Chapter 27: Morning Quickie

Dana woke me up, with soft little kisses, and caressing my cheek. I was on my side, and she was on her side, facing me. It was dark in the room, but there was more light than the little night lamp could supply, and a quick glance at the door revealed that the hallway lamp was supplying most of the illumination.

"Good morning," I said, with a yawn, and not completely awake, yet.

"Good morning, honey. How are you feeling?" Dana replied, while she kept on caressing me with featherlike touches.

We were alone in the bedroom, and I was pretty sure it was very early. "What time is it?"

"Just past six, I think," Dana replied. "Sarah woke me up a while ago."

Without further prompting, she continued, "She's probably in the kitchen. She wanted us to have some private time."

I was touched by Sarah's thoughtfulness, and it was easy to read Dana's thoughts from the soft expression on her face.

"She's a gem," she said, as if reading my thought, her tone filled with fondness and affection.

My heart ached something fierce at her open-hearted statement, with no trace of jealousy.

"I... I love you so much," I said, my voice cracking for a moment with longing for her. Once again, I was taken by her kind and generous soul. "I missed you," I added, reaching to touch her tit with my hand, cupping and gently kneading it.

"I missed you, too."

I wrapped my arm around her back, and slid down the bed a bit. Resting my head between her glorious tits, I tried to lose myself in her lush body; the need to feel her wrapped around me growing stronger with every passing second, as she gently stroked my hair, pulling me tight against her. She rolled on her back, inviting me to get between her legs, my head still captured between her tits. I inhaled her smell, and she kept running her hands on my back, murmuring endearments. I slipped my hands under her shoulders, holding her, with my body covering her body. Then, her feet joined her hands, running along my buttocks. We spent several minutes entwined like that, getting re-acquainted, fuelled by our mutual need to feel each other. I didn't want to rush things, but I wasn't sure if Sarah wanted to join us, or what other things were planned.

"Do we have time?" I asked.

"Sarah is skipping her morning class. She didn't want us to rush it. Please, make love to me, honey. I want you," she said, before urging me up along her body for a long, sensual kiss.

I explored her mouth, and then made my way to her tits, kissing and licking them, until both of us were shaking with need, and she guided me down to her belly. "Eat me... make me come."

I took my time, and went about eating her pussy slowly, but she had been more than ready. She came quickly and sharply, despite my best efforts to bring her up slowly. However, she wasn't finished... not by a long shot... So, I kept ministering to her pussy and clitoris, still standing erect, out of its protective hood. I gently sucked it, lashing it with my tongue, while my fingers explored her wet channel. I decided not to play with her G-spot, because I wanted her to have a slow build up, instead of a sharp, quick orgasm. As she moved along towards her second peak, I slowed down my attentions, trying to keep her at the edge, listening to her gasps, and moans. I missed her taste, and smell, and how her body responded to what I was doing to her. When I took a short break, and gave my attention to tonguing her channel to collect her oils, her hands clutched my head, urging me, pulling me up along her body. Giving in to her demands, I licked a wet trail up her body, to her lips. We kissed for long minutes, trying to satiate our thirst for each other. Her hands slid down to my hips, trying to get to my cock, and I raised my hips to allow her to touch me.

She broke the kiss, and said, "Come inside me. I'm so close... I want to come."

Her hands guided me to her core, and she rubbed the head of my cock between her moist lips, oiling me, and positioned me at the mouth of her pussy. Pulling her knees up, she urged me with her feet on my buttocks. The head of my cock was wet with her oils, but the rest of it was dry, and since she was tight, I didn't want to hurt her by attempting to get inside her in a single stroke. But, she had other ideas...

"Please... I'm almost there... inside me... let me feel it... all the way," she pleaded.

"I'm dry. It will hurt you," I replied, my breath coming in short gasps, feeling the heat of her channel.

"Don't care... just push..."

And I slowly pushed, feeling her channel resisting my advance, even though she was very wet and slippery. When my cock passed through the ring, it kind of burned with the friction, and the resistance of her ring. Then it slowly dilated, allowing me to enter her. I heard her catch her breath, and she let out a grunt. She must have felt the burning, as I had, but her feet kept pressing on my buttocks, urging me to continue invading her channel. Despite the slight hurt, it felt great, and she was telling me how she felt the same. It reminded me a line from a song: "pain is so close to pleasure." Her insistent words and urging quickly brought my wandering mind back to the moment.

"Oh, God... aaghh... more... pus... ughh... yes... all... ahh... way..."

She gasped as I bottomed in her depths. Holding myself inside her to allow her to catch her breath, I watched her. It must have been uncomfortable, as her eyes were squeezed shut, but her feet were active, moving up and down on my buttocks, keeping me in place, and she was murmuring her appreciation. She opened her eyes, and clutched my head, pulling me for a kiss, breathing and moaning into my mouth. After the kiss, I looked at her, trying to assess her comfort level, but I was very distracted by her active pussy. Her channel was fluttering, grasping and releasing my cock irregularly, and she seemed to be at the brink of something. Seeing me watching her so carefully, she tried to concentrate on me, and her eyes lost their unfocused look.

"You don't know how good that felt," she said, before closing her eyes again. She seemed like she was trying to look inside her body, focus on the feel of me in her snug tunnel.

"Out... then push in again..." she urged with a soft moan, as her eyes opened and locked into mine.

I kissed her softly, before starting to pull out. As the head passed her ring, I got a distracted moan. The head of my cock was resting between her labia, and I pushed in, slowly, feeling the friction, but this time the burning feeling was less pronounced, as my cock was partially coated with her oils, but... it still burned. As I invaded her channel again, trying to reach her depths, she moaned... then gave a short scream, her hands suddenly clutching my shoulders in a fierce grip. As she gasped, her eyes closed. Her feet pressed hard on my buttocks. Without giving her time, I pulled back all the way out and pushed in again, getting another small scream, and her body arched, her impending orgasm hit her. Her nipples dug into my chest. She froze in that pose for several seconds, giving soft mewls, and her pussy collapsed around my shaft, clasping it strongly for a few seconds, before it started its maddening flutters, clutching and releasing me irregularly, and I felt the warmth and wetness of her juices wash my cock. I rubbed my chest against her tits, scratching her nipples, while holding her body in my arms tightly.

She wasn't joking when she said she was close, and the few strokes into her were all that it took her to come. As she shook in the grip of her orgasm, the flutters in her channel kept massaging my cock, and slowly the frequency and the intensity of them decreased, allowing me to make short strokes. I tried to synchronize with the little flutters, but they were pretty irregular. Her moans indicated her appreciation. Her breathing was irregular, broken by gasps and pants, and when I stroked into her with more force, she gave small yelps. Slowly, she came down, and fell back to the bed, still clutching my shoulders hard.

I leaned down, and licked her neck, tasting the salty taste of her sweat mixed with her natural, heady scent, then sucked hard, trying to give her a hickey. I had almost forgotten she was going to work today, and how hard it would be to hide the mark, so I ceased my efforts, before I left my mark on her. Instead, I moved down to her shoulder, and started to nurse on it. She was still writhing in my arms in pleasure.

She must have felt what I was trying to do, because she said, "Mark me..."

As I worked on giving her a hickey, she released her hold on my shoulders, and lifted her head to my shoulder. Latching her teeth, she bit, hard, making me moan with the feeling, as I did the same to her. After I marked her, I started to lick and suck the spot to sooth, while she did the same, then we shared a languorous kiss. It was several long minutes later that we managed to stop kissing and caressing each other. As I looked at her I was surprised to see how both of us seemed to hunger for each other's touch. Our bodies were so attuned, without conscious thought, we were touching and caressing, to cater the needs of the other... and yet... we were hungry for more.

"Are you, all right?" I asked, even though I knew she enjoyed the experience. However, I was a bit concerned if I had hurt her.

"Feel great."

Seeing the questioning look in my eyes, she elaborated. "When you enter me, even when you're completely wet, the ring stretches, and it kind of hurts a bit. Then you fill me up. This time it hurt more, burning, but... it felt great, feeling you fill me inch by inch... so intense and sharp. So hard, and so hot... It's difficult to explain. I love it. It makes me feel I'm a woman, and complete."

"You're too much woman, Dana."

"Maybe... but you make me feel complete," she replied with a fond smile.

Her blue eyes were wide, and darkened by passion, holding me captive, once again. It reminded me of the cold waters of an ancient sea... one where I had always felt at home, feeling an inexplicable bond each time I gazed at its cold blue waters... perhaps more so than the warm waters of Mediterranean. Was it because that beach, my beach-my anchor-was along its shores?

It was Dana, who decided to move the things to the next step. She arranged us in the sideways missionary kind of position that we had tried at the hotel, getting us ready for a slow session of making love. This time, her pussy wasn't sore, and we enjoyed each other without any worries. We were so much in our own world, neither of us realized we had a witness to our love making. Later, Sarah mentioned she had walked in on us as we were reaching the end, and she had watched for a few minutes.

Afterwards, we sat; I had a pillow behind my back, and Dana snuggled to me, wrapped in my arm. She rested her head on my shoulder, and her hand was busy playing with the short hairs on my chest. We were trying to gather our strength to get out of the bed, but reluctant to leave it. My thoughts wandered for a short while before settling on where we were... in Sarah's bed. It felt strange to be in her bed, to make love with Dana in the same bed that I had shared with her previously; the smell of our bodies, and our juices on her sheets. However, the strangeness wasn't a result of feeling uncomfortable or guilty.

"What are you thinking, honey?"

I debated whether to tell her what I was thinking, but then decided on the truth. When she heard it, she nodded her head in agreement.

"Yes, it is... I don't know why, but here, in her bed... it doesn't feel wrong. If it was somewhere else, some other woman's bed, I wouldn't have done what I did. Does that sound strange?" she asked.

"No. It's... I'm surprised with myself. I should have felt a bit of guilt, but..."

"I think both of us feel the same way about her, Mitch. I want to get to know her. And I think I love her. I'm not sure in what way... I mean, I don't know if I feel about her sexually, but I love what I've come to know," she replied.

I nodded, before kissing her, and we continued to sit, touching, caressing each other. I missed her a lot, and the love making just reminded me how much I missed her. When the afterglow of what we shared wore off, we were restless. I knew I wanted to get a cup of coffee, and I thought Dana was ready to start the day as well, but neither of us made a move to get out of the bed.

"You want a cup of coffee?" I asked.

"Yeah. This is nice, but I want to clean up a bit, and have a cup of coffee," she replied. Then, with a soft expression, she added, "I think Sarah would like to have some loving, too."

Her remark made me uncomfortable, and she was quick to sense it. She pulled me for a long kiss, and I relaxed into her loving embrace. When the kiss was over, we parted slowly, and sat back, watching each other. Looking at her, and seeing her smile, I knew she didn't mind if Sarah wanted to have a morning quickie with me. Sarah chose that moment to knock on the door frame, and peer in. Seeing us relaxing, she took a tentative step, with a tray in her hand. She had an unbuttoned shirt and a panty on.

"Come on in, sweety. Take a seat," Dana said, waving her in, then she slid further to the edge, urging me to follow her so that Sarah could take a seat next to me on the bed.

Sarah walked to my side of the bed, and placed the tray on the night stand, putting on the lamp there. Turning to me she said, "Good morning," and leaned in for a kiss.

I straightened up to kiss her, forgetting I had Dana's juices dried on my lips, but especially on my beard and moustache. Just before our lips met, her nostrils flared, getting a whiff of Dana's smell, and I realized what happened. I tried to pull back, suddenly feeling self-conscious and embarrassed about my lack of manners, but Sarah reached and clutched my head. Her hold was quite strong, and it was obvious she wasn't going to let me deny her a kiss, the juices of another woman on my lips or not. She lowered her lips slowly to my lips, while inhaling Dana's perfume, and her tongue came out like a little snake, tentatively licking my lips, before her lips locked to mine. Then we dueled tongues for a few seconds. Our lips separated for a moment, and she kept licking and chewing on my lips, as if she was cleaning me, while her breathing got hard and heavy, and she inhaled Dana's smell again, which was more pronounced since her wet tongue had stirred the dried juices on my moustache. Finally, she kissed me hard, passionately, her arousal obvious. I was surprised by her actions, but gave in to her demanding lips, not resisting further, as she seemed to enjoy and in fact got turned on by what she was doing. When she broke the kiss, her eyes were glittering with the strange hue I was so familiar with. Beneath the shirt, I could see her tits were slightly swollen, the nipples hard.

Collecting herself, she said, "Good morning, Mitch."

Disengaging, she sat down, and then she realized Dana had been watching her and seen what she had done. She colored up, and with a very shy tone, she managed to say, "Good morning, Dana."

She reached for the coffee mugs on the tray, but Dana interrupted her.

"Good morning, honey. Don't I get a good morning kiss?"

That soft quip from Dana jolted Sarah, as if she was hit by electricity, and she froze for a second, before she turned to face her. Sliding closer to my side, she smiled apologetically.

"I'm sorry, Dana. I thought..."

However, Dana didn't reply. Instead, she moved to lean over me, towards Sarah, in answer to her unspoken words. She had a soft, affectionate smile on her lips, and Sarah responded by moving along the bed closer to me, to lean towards her. When they kissed, it was obvious that Dana could smell and partially taste herself on Sarah's lips, but after a few seconds of hesitation, they both seemed to relax into the kiss. When they broke up, their eyes were shiny, and Sarah seemed to lose the embarrassment. As Dana sat back, Sarah's eyes caught the hickey on her shoulder, and her eyes widened for a moment. Hesitantly she reached with her fingertips to the mark, and before she touched it, her eyes returned to Dana's face, searching, asking. When Dana smiled, Sarah ran her fingertips over the impressions left by my teeth. Then she moved her hand to Dana's neck, urging her to lean closer. When Dana leaned forward, Sarah kissed her again, and then traced a line with her lips down her neck all the way to the hickey. She licked and kissed the spot in a soothing manner. When she finished with her attentions, she looked up, and their eyes locked, sharing something. Then, as if on cue, both of them sat back, and Sarah reached for the coffee mugs.

"I hope the coffee is not cold," she said, passing the mugs to us.

It was still hot enough, but the taste was bitter, since she hadn't put any sugar in it. I could take my coffee black, but preferred a bit of sugar, a long time of sugar addiction from the rig life, and long nights. Thinking about it, I chuckled internally at my contradictions. I could eat chocolate, and other sweet snacks, but couldn't bear the thought of something like jam at breakfast, except perhaps honey. While we had our coffee, we talked about inconsequential things. Sarah was skipping her early morning class, wanting to take Dana to her hotel, then to the airport. I didn't have anything urgent to do and could take her to either place, but when Dana agreed with Sarah's plan, I was surprised. I was going to object, thinking Dana was basing her decision on preventing a possible encounter with Reina, but when she mentioned that she wanted to spend some time with Sarah, I understood she wanted to get to know her. Finishing my coffee, I decided to get a refill and clean up a bit, in case Sarah wanted to be with me. I also wanted to give the girls privacy. After that little episode of exchanging kisses, I suspected they might want to talk. Excusing myself, I kissed both girls-getting a fond smile from each-and left the room.

My first stop was at the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, and took a quick shower. Wrapping the towel around me, I picked up my mug and made my way to the kitchen. The house was warm-apparently Sarah had put the heat up when she woke up. I filled my cup, and went to the living room looking for my cigarettes. Putting on the stereo, I sat down and relaxed, enjoying my cigarette and coffee.

After the shower, I was awake, but the nicotine and the caffeine helped me to perk up, and my mind got busy thinking about yesterday. I still had difficulty grasping what had developed in less than 24 hours time. The steps Dana had taken in our relationship, opening it to include Sarah, even though our own feelings and future were undefined... I was surprised by her bold steps, and clear thinking, admired her courage, and was a bit in awe of her generous and sharing soul. I still felt confused about my own feelings about Sarah. I knew I felt something for her; not only a bit of love, but perhaps a bit of attachment of some sort. I just didn't know the nature of my attachment, or why, or how. What's more, thinking about Dana, and how we started up, the experience with Sarah had been almost similar; to a certain degree there were parallels. I was scared if it was just an infatuation as a result of sharing loving sex with her-with both of them, I corrected myself.

After the wonderful time with Dana, I didn't want to think dark thoughts, and I wanted to get rid off the unease that was starting to creep up on me. I knew I wouldn't be able to get over my confusion and conflicted feelings, and trying to delve deeper into them, now, didn't seem like a good idea. Putting my cigarette in the ashtray, and the mug on the table, I sat on the carpeted floor, and started doing my breathing exercises. Slowly I sank into a meditative state, feeling relaxed, but questions kept visiting me. My thoughts went to the two girls. I was aware of my increasing dependence on Dana, and to some degree on Sarah. The thought was disconcerting, as I had always been independent, but there was also comfort in that thought; perhaps, because it was a confirmation of my feelings towards both girls. I concentrated on my breathing more, and instead of pursuing the thoughts that kept visiting me-that would distract me from achieving the state of calm and relaxation I was trying to reach-I focused on my senses. It was a form of exercise that I had learned when I was learning about the Void, and experimenting with it. Closing my eyes, I tried to see what was around me. As my breathing slowed, I let my senses move in ever widening circles to encompass my immediate surrounding area, scanning for impressions: the hot air rising from my mug, the cigarette smoke snaking up from the ashtray, the slight movement of cold and warm air, the prickly feeling of the carpet under my legs, which registered themselves like small blips on a radar screen.

In the midst of my exercise, I felt the minutiae vibrations on the floor, before I heard the footsteps, and my senses focused on the figure walking from the bedroom down the hallway. It was Sarah. I followed her movement, as she headed to the kitchen, but she stopped. I knew she saw me. As I prepared to surface from the meditative state, I was still watching her wih my senses. A few seconds later, she continued into the kitchen. Slowly I emerged from the deep meditative state. When I was completely out, I continued with my breathing exercises, trying to draw on the energy I felt in my lower belly, and worked to spread its warmth all around me, while my thoughts returned to the present, and Sarah. She knew about my martial arts training, partly, and she had seen me meditate as well as practice, so I wasn't overly concerned about her seeing me. When she came into the living room, I was finished with my exercise. I opened my eyes, but before I could turn my attention to her, my nose was prickled by a nasty smell of something burning.

I hate that smell!

I didn't have to check the ashtray to know that it was the filter that was burning and giving off the acrid smell. Reaching to the ashtray I put it out, while offering an apology to Sarah.

Sarah moved to open a window, then said, "No problem. I have an air freshener." Then, hesitantly she asked, "Are you... all right?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"

"I saw you meditating... So I thought... Do you meditate regularly?"

"Sometimes. I still practice, you know," I replied.

I didn't have to explain what I meant. She nodded in understanding.

"I didn't know that. So you kept it up?" she asked.

Instead of an answer I gave her a look that said, 'what did you expect?' Over the years, she had seen how much time I had devoted to the Arts, and I kind of suspected she had probably talked about it with Kathy during that time.

With a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, she asked, "Did Dana drain you completely? Were you getting ready to fuck me to death? Again?"

I couldn't help but laugh at her quip.

"God, you're such a tease, Sarah. If I didn't know better I would think you have a one-track mind," I retorted.

"But I do have a one-track mind. You don't know me well enough," she responded.

I gave her an appraising look.

Is she still trying to keep it light, even though she had admitted to a little bit of feeling attached?

I decided not to purse the matter. Instead, I teased her. "Then I better get to know you. Up close and personal. Don't you think?"