Chapter 8

When Clair saw my confident grin, I saw the slightest hint of concern. The type of look that someone gives when they have called someone’s bluff, only to find out they might not have been bluffing at all.

Perfect!

Here’s the thing, I don’t know if Clair knew this beforehand or not, but she was multi-orgasmic. Not only that, but it was also extremely easy to get her off, assuming you knew which buttons to push, and by some happy accident, I had figured that secret out.

Once she started the first orgasm, I didn’t let up. I went after her with more determination with each subsequent mind-numbing orgasm she experienced.

Now that I knew what made Clair tick, I jumped into that fact with both feet.

That first orgasm came impossibly quickly. It was only a small one, but it was an orgasm.

Usually, I would continue to play around with Mary or Sara, and Mom when she would let me, after they orgasmed. Just little light touches across their ultra-sensitive skin. Their reactions were always amazing. Gasps, involuntary flinches, even giggles. That would only last for a moment or two before each of those women would swat my hands away, complaining they were too sensitive and that I needed to stop.

I know exactly how that felt because both Mom and Sara would do that same thing to me after I came. I had to literally throw Mary off of me if I weren’t the one in control of the situation because she would never, ever stop if I didn’t make her.

Clair, however, was nothing like those three, not at all, so I kept doing what I was doing. I noticed that her breathing started to speed up and the color in her cheeks started to change the longer I pushed her. Her second orgasm hit, and it was definitely harder than her first. I knew for two reasons.

One, she moaned. She tried to hold it back, but I heard it. When she orgasmed the first time, she was almost silent which made me question if she had even orgasmed at all. Two, her pussy flooded even further, soaking her sex even more than it already was.

The third and fourth orgasm followed almost on top of each other.

By this point her entire body was starting to flush. She was still somehow in control of her faculties, and I really wanted to deliver on my promise that she wasn’t going to be able to walk when I was done with her.

I was tempted to jam my fingers in her pussy to see if that had the desired effect I was looking for. I had the feeling it would, but I also had a conscience. I worried for the briefest moment if she was a virgin or not. I was willing to bet she was, given her ‘holier than thou’ attitude.

I made my decision and allowed my fingers to slip lower until I felt the soft opening of her pussy. I didn’t just jam my fingers into her, I wouldn’t and couldn’t do that. Not without knowing if she was truly a virgin or not. I did, however, put a fair amount of pressure all around her opening and that elicited the very distinct reaction I was hoping for. Her eyes flashed at the realization of what I was doing, or more, touching. I grinned evilly, matching her gaze. Her eyes were wild, not with panic, but with what I assumed was anticipation and desire.

I pinched her nipple again, but this time I pulled and twisted slightly. Coupled with the way I was circling the opening to her pussy, she came, twice in rapid succession. She screamed as she went over the edge and her legs went limp, as if her strings were suddenly cut. I followed her to the ground. I didn’t just let her drop, but I couldn’t hold her up either. One of her friends caught her under her arms, but I was too busy to notice who it was.

Honestly, I didn’t even think about looking up to see who it was. Clair’s eyes were locked on mine, and mine on hers. In that moment, we shared something incredible, vulnerable, and utterly exhilarating. The way she was looking at me was no longer one of defiance, but one more akin to worship, and I soaked that up like it was the only thing that could sustain me.

The way Clair was lowered down, her knees were slightly splayed, giving me enough room to continue my assault on her pussy. The more pressure I put on her opening, threatening to slip inside of her, the harder and faster she came. The way she was shaking from wave after wave of each subsequent orgasm was alarming.

I gave her one last orgasm and her whole body went rigid for almost twenty seconds. I watched as her eyes rolled up in her head and her pussy suddenly seemed to explode as a stream of clear liquid came pouring from her pussy, covering my hand that had been furiously rubbing and probing her slit. Just as suddenly as she had tensed up, her body collapsed, completely limp.

There was a stunned silence between the group as Clair laid there. Her breathing was fast, but not abnormal so I knew she was okay, but I have to admit, I was a little thrown by what had just happened. I had never seen a girl do that before.

“Holy shit, Clair!” I looked up to see a worried look on Kara’s face and she dropped to her knees to check on her friend before turning to look at me. “What did you do to her?”

“Nothing, I think she just passed out,” I answered. I tried to sound confident with my answer, but to be fair, I was still a bit shaken by the whole thing. “I only made her orgasm...”

“Yeah, like a hundred times!” Kara snapped.

The other two girls looked just as shocked as I was, frozen in place, not knowing what to do or how to explain or even understand what had just happened.

The fight between the girls over whose turn it was, died at that moment. I wasn’t so sure the other two would even be interested in me after this.

When Clair finally woke up, there was a different look about her than there was before. At least when she looked at me anyway. I did deliver on my promise that she wouldn’t be able to walk when I was done with her though. Something I was proud of and just as equally uncertain if I had done the right thing or not.

As Clair tried to get to her feet, her legs wobbled and shook. She wasn’t able to keep her balance and immediately plopped right back down on her butt in the grass. The scared and angry looks on her friends’ faces worried me more than I wanted to admit. I was scared too that I really had done something to hurt her.

That was until Clair started laughing hysterically.

That not only threw me for a loop, but judging by the confused looks on the other three girls’ faces, they were just as flabbergasted as I was. Even worse, that only seemed to make Clair laugh all that much harder.

Eventually, Clair did manage to regain her footing, but she was hesitant in the way she walked. When she moved, she looked like a newborn giraffe, all knees and elbows that didn’t quite work in harmony with the rest of her body.

Still, she was ... happy, unbelievably so.

She walked, or more, wavered and stumbled right up to where I was standing. She didn’t pause or meet my eyes when she got there. Nope. She just wrapped her arms around me, holding onto me tightly. Then, out of nowhere, she kissed me, right on the mouth and hard.

It was an awkward kiss. It was crystal clear that if this weren’t her first kiss with a guy, but it couldn’t have been more than her second or third. Still, I returned it, nonetheless. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close to me, gently but firmly. Both to hold her, and to also keep her upright.

When we finally parted, there was a strange look on Clair’s face. I had no idea what to make of it. Her eyes were soft, but willing. Excited, but equally nervous. We stood there, or I stood there, still holding her tightly so that she didn’t somehow slip through my arms and end up on the ground again at my feet.

Clair leaned forward as if she wanted to tell me something and didn’t want everyone else to hear her. I matched her movements, turning my head just slightly as I felt her warm breath on my ear.

“Thank you, Sam.”

I pulled my head back so I could meet her eyes with my own. That wasn’t at all what I was expecting her to say. I searched them for a moment, trying to see the hidden truth that surely had to be there just below the surface, but all I saw was genuine, contented, and fulfilled happiness.

“You’re welcome,” I replied, keeping my voice just as low as she had. The smile that beamed on her face was near blinding and just as infectious. “You want to go to the hot springs for a bit?”

She didn’t say anything, just nodded enthusiastically, the smile on her face never faltering for the briefest of moments.

“Can you walk now, or did—”

“I can make it on my own,” Clair replied without a moment’s hesitation, pushing herself away from my chest and letting my arms drop to my sides. “I don’t need your help.” I laughed in response.

The day fell back into our normal routine as a group after that. Annoyingly, the girls spent most of the time gossiping between themselves, keeping their voices just low enough that I was only able to catch small bits and pieces of what they were talking about here and there.

To no one’s surprise, there were a lot of questions about what had happened to Clair and what exactly I had done to her to make her pass out like that. I didn’t catch much else, but those questions were so relentless even if I were deaf, I would have been able to figure that much out.

I tried not to let the fact they were talking about what I had done get to me. It worked for the most part. Instead of torturing myself trying to discern what they were talking about, I decided to keep myself occupied with the warm waters of the hot springs.

For whatever reason, we almost had the hot springs all to ourselves. There were little clusters of other swimmers, but not one of them was my age, or even the girls’ age. Today seemed to be the day the parents were taking advantage of not having their kids around. Which meant it was calm.

Sure, some of the couples were having fun in the water, splashing around but most were just sitting along the shore with their feet in the water or out in the middle floating on their backs or on blow-up rafts lounging with what I had to assume were adult beverages in cup holders.

I quickly grew tired of the water though. It wasn’t nearly as much fun when I wasn’t sharing it with my friends or my sister.