The Reunion

by Kraft, Adriana

  Adam moaned a mixture of pleasure and pain.

  Sarah pulled off him and grinned as his shaft lurched about seeking her mouth. She flicked her tongue at its head. It stalled in mid movement. She formed her lips into a ring and settled back over him. Glacially, she worked her way down its length until she held him securely in her throat. She slipped a hand between his legs and found his anus. Her finger entered easily. He gasped. She alternated stroking his cock and then his ass.

  “Jesus, woman,” he mumbled, “you’re going to be the death of me yet.”

  She pulled out of his ass and held his cock tight at its base. “Not that way. Lie down on the floor, Adam.”

  He did as she asked and watched Sarah straddle him. Facing him, she stuck her tongue out and backed her rear toward his erection. She levered up on her knees and grabbed his cock, bringing its head to her pussy folds. She used his penis to spread those folds. His felt his eyes go wide as she prepared to take him inside. Sarah grinned, obviously loving his response.

  After positioning him at her entrance she pushed down, impaling his full, throbbing length in one movement.

  “Holy shit,” he cried out.

  She didn’t move. He backed away from the edge of his climax and closed his eyes.

  “You okay?” she asked, through pursed lips.

  With clenched teeth, he managed to nod.

  “Good.” She raised and lowered her body. “Don’t close your eyes, please. I want you to watch me. I want to watch what I’m doing reflected through your eyes.

  He nodded again and pried his eyes open. He hoped his half-grin was enough to tell her he also enjoyed the view of himself disappearing in her only to reappear at her whim. She picked up her pace. His raised hips provided her with a fleshy cushion. She stopped. He stifled a curse.

  Sarah shook her head slowly and smiled. “Don’t try to rush me. You won’t finish there, either. Trust me. I’ll take care of you, I promise.” She rose off his cock and repositioned it at a slightly different angle until it found her darker portal. She settled fractionally. “Yes,” she murmured. “This is where I want you. Are you ready to wash my ass with your seed?”

  Adam nodded. Sarah sank lower. Again he watched himself disappearing. She sighed and took him as far as he could reach. “Nice,” she muttered. His hips jiggled against her bottom, expressing his need.

  “You seem ready enough.”

  “And?” He used every ounce of energy to resist grabbing her by the hips and making her bring him off. She gave him a coquettish grin before swiftly gliding up and down his pole. She suddenly stopped. Again? He winced. Now what was she doing? She delighted in torturing him.

  “Adam.”

  “Um.”

  “I hope you know I’m making love to you.” Her eyes filled with an emotion he’d begun to recognize and treasure. “I’m not just having sex.”

  “I know,” he whispered. “But can you get on with it? Whatever you call it.”

  “Good. This is my gift to you. I give myself to you because I love you.” She raised and lowered on his shaft again.

  “And because I love Maria. Do you understand?”

  “Yes. I think so. Please.”

  “One more thing, Adam.”

  “Um. What now!”

  “I feel your love pulsating through your cock, quivering in your thighs. Someday you’ll find the words. I trust that. But for now, this is enough. Don’t close your eyes, please. They look like pools of love at the moment. I’m ready for you—are you ready for me?”

  “Yes, damn it.”

  “Good.” She pulled on her nipples and dropped one hand to her clit. “Here we go.” She began slowly but soon hammered her body over his cock. She clenched her inner muscles.

  “Son of a bitch,” Adam screamed.

  Laughing hysterically as she rose and fell, Sarah drained him of any substance he might have to give her. She eased forward to kiss his lips tenderly. His cock slipped from her ass.

  Adam stared at her with awe and fright. She closed his eyelids with a finger. “Sleep, love. You deserve some rest. I’ll get a washcloth and clean you. We’ll work things out. Somehow.”

  His heartbeat settled. His body calmed. He didn’t trust himself to raise his eyelids. “I don’t want to lose you or Maria.”

  “You won’t. I’m confident of that. We don’t want to lose you, either.”

  Adam didn’t even have the strength to nod. Darkness overcame awareness.

  - o -

  Freshly showered and feeling right with the world once again, Sarah stepped out onto the deck, where Maria stood near the railing staring glumly out at the Pacific. Probably Maria didn’t even see the waves crashing against the rocks far below.

  Wrapping an arm around Maria’s waist, Sarah said, “Don’t worry so much. I think Adam will come around.”

  Maria looked sharply at her.

  “I really do. He says he doesn’t want to lose us, and I believe him.”

  “Is he afraid of losing us, or of losing his grip on some hot sex?” Maria returned her gaze to the ocean.

  “Don’t get your back up so far you push him away.” Sarah softened her tone. “I believe he loves us—both of us. He just hasn’t discovered how to say the words yet.”

  “Will he ever?” Maria snapped.

  “I believe he will. We need to give him some space and time.”

  “How much?”

  “I don’t know. But we’ve laid a lot on him all at once. Neither one of us has been very vocal about our love for him. He may have been thinking we were into this only for the sex, too. And then the idea of a baby and fatherhood...” Sarah folded her arms across her chest. “I’m surprised he wasn’t gone longer than he was.”

  Maria gripped the railing and pulled herself up on her toes only to settle back down. “I suppose you’re right. Maybe we were too quick.”

  “Not necessarily. He needs to know how we feel about him and our future together. But we can’t expect he’s immediately going to jump up and down and sing our praises. He has to have time to adjust. When he’d get in trouble at the high school, he’d usually storm out of the building, hop on his motorcycle and we wouldn’t see him for days. I used to wonder where he went when he was upset and who was comforting him.”

  “From the flush on your cheeks, it looks like you comforted him quite fine this morning.” Maria giggled. “Don’t look at me that way. I’m not mad at you. I’m not even sure I’m mad at Adam.” She turned sober again. “Maybe I should’ve used more finesse.”

  “Finesse isn’t necessarily your strongest suit.”

  “No, I suppose not.”

  “So what do we do now?”

  “We exercise patience. We continue showing him how much we love him. And I think we need to name that love. Let’s take the guess work out of this relationship. We’re either going to make it or we’re not.” Sarah scowled. “But if we don’t make it, I don’t want it to be because we didn’t make it crystal clear what we wanted and why. Does that feel okay with you?”

  “Sure. How come you’re so into communication and openness all of a sudden?”

  Sarah pulled Maria tighter to her hip. “Maybe because I’ve gone through two divorces already. I never was clear about expectations going into those relationships. This time is different. Each one us of will know what we each value and want, and each one of us can decide whether to move forward or drop out. The fact remains we each love each other. That should mean we can make this work.”

  Sarah brushed tears from Maria’s eyes and hugged her. She kissed her eyelids, then her nose and then her lips.

  Maria deepened the kiss with her tongue.

  “We should consider some practical matters,” Sarah said as they pulled apart.

  “We sleep together,” Maria declared, jutting her chin out. “We can screw any place with only a single partner, but we sleep together.”

  “I agree, but that wasn’t exactly what I was thinking about. Will you marry Adam?”
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  “What?” Maria stepped away. “Of course not. That would leave you as a second class partner. No way.”

  “But Adam will want to marry one of us—probably you, because you’ll have his baby. He won’t want the child to be a bastard.”

  “The child won’t be a bastard,” Maria hissed. “The child will carry all of our names. He or she will be a Granger-Ramirez-Atkinson or whatever combination we mutually decide. I won’t have marriage cluttering up our relationship, Sarah. Over time, I know it would. Think about it and you’ll agree.”

  Sarah didn’t like the momentary envy that had overtaken her. “I hate to say it, but you may be right. I wonder if Adam will agree.”

  “He’d better, or he’s going to be short two pussies.”

  “Whoa—calm down. Maybe I’m seeing a problem that won’t arise.”

  “No matter.” Maria shook her head vigorously. “I won’t marry him and leave you out.”

  “Okay.” Sarah grabbed Maria’s hand. “Maybe we’ve concentrated enough on practicalities. So what do you want to do now—go for a swim, go shopping or make love?”

  “Very pleasant choices.” Maria brushed a finger across her cheek. “I know you’re thinking when do I ever turn down lovemaking, but you’ve been well loved this morning already, and I really do have to get some shopping done before a meeting after lunch. You can tag along, if you’d like.”

  She shook her head. “No, I’m behind on my photos. I can use the time to catch up some. I doubt we’ll see Adam until maybe this evening, if then.”

  - o -

  Two excruciating nights passed before Adam found his way to his bedroom. He grabbed the doorknob and hesitated. Was he really ready for this? If he went in, the women would expect more out of him than he’d been giving them. If he wanted out of the relationship, he couldn’t tell them that in his bedroom.

  Would they accept part of a loaf?

  Quickly, he turned the doorknob and entered before he could change his mind again. Both women put aside the books they’d been reading when he approached the bed. He couldn’t resist admiring their nude bodies. And they were his. Well, at least they were his to admire.

  Sarah smiled brilliantly at him. Maria remained more subdued and cautious. That seemed so out of character for her, but then maybe the stakes were highest for her.

  “Maybe I should’ve knocked.”

  “Of course not, Adam,” Sarah responded. “This is your bedroom.”

  “So what’s up?” Maria asked.

  In that moment his cock peeked through the opening of his robe.

  “Ah, I see what’s up.” Maria grinned at Sarah. “Looks like we’ve got a job to do, if we want to keep a roof over our heads.”

  “Don’t be catty, Maria,” Sarah chided. “That dude between Adam’s legs has done a lot for us. I expect we can satisfy him without losing too much self-respect.”

  Adam shook his head. Sometimes the women spoke in a code he failed to comprehend. However, he had little doubt what Sarah was after as she clambered on hands and knees toward him. Maria soon joined her.

  Rising on his toes, Adam closed his eyes and relished the feel of Sarah’s lips spreading across the head of his cock. Soon a different set of lips laved his sack. He still had the presence of mind to chuckle at the wisdom of letting Maria handle his balls.

  Sarah took him in deep and settled her mouth against his groin. She wiggled, teasing. He placed his hands on her head to steady her. She popped off of him and smiled. “Why don’t we have you sit in the chair, Adam?”

  “That’ll work,” he said, casting off his robe. He sat on the edge of the chair and spread his legs wide. This time it was Maria who took him in her mouth. She worked leisurely up and down his shaft. Sarah kissed his mouth, then offered an upturned breast for him to nibble on. He flicked his tongue at the extending nipple and caressed the underside of the ivory breast. Her skin was as smooth as silk.

  “Nice,” she murmured. “Very nice.” She brought his fingers to her mouth and wet them before lowering them to her mound. He smiled and let her take the lead as she pleasured herself with his fingers. She tucked two in her pussy before he wiggled them. “Glad you thought to join us,” she whispered. “I’ve missed this.”

  “So have I,” he said. “I’ve missed both of you.”

  “As it should be. Did you hear that, Maria,” she said, placing a hand on the back of Maria’s neck as she continued her bobbing motion. “He says he missed us.”

  Maria let him drop from her mouth. “It’s about time.”

  He watched the corner of her mouth turn up into a reluctant smile.

  She rose to kiss him. He could taste his own salt on her lips. Then she turned to kiss Sarah. “Perfect,” she mumbled. “Nearly perfect.” Maria shook her long dark hair and smiled at Sarah, who was still riding his fingers. “Looks like you’re having all the fun, Pepper.”

  “Find a way to share. Looks like this hard guy is still quite available.”

  “That he is, but not for long.” Maria turned and backed up to straddle his cock. He watched it disappear abruptly into her tight sheath. He drew in a deep breath.

  He was being fucked by two beautiful women. One rode his cock and the other his hand. They slowed and leaned over to tease each other with their tongues. He watched their eyes sparkle as they played a game they were each quite experienced at. They held out their hands and interlaced fingers.

  Without needing words, they coordinated their movements like two dancers. Playfully, Sarah rose up his fingers and Maria settled lower on his cock. They held their joined hands high over their heads and squealed. Lips locked against lips and they began riding him in unison. His toes curled. Flashes of red crisscrossed his brain. His nostrils flared to suck in more air heavy with the perspiration of sex.

  Both women surfed their own waves, changing the angles slightly, but never letting up. They weren’t stopping until he came.

  Maria’s pussy clamped around his cock as if she was determined never to give it back to him. He rose partially from the chair and then collapsed into its pillowing support. “Christ,” he cried out. Her pussy sucked him at his root. He tossed his head. He peeked at Sarah—radiant Sarah, who was nursing her own orgasm, spilling her juices over his fingers. Then he heard Maria’s strident cry, “I’m coming, you son of a bitch. You better come with.”

  His release was immediate and prolific. His hips churned, driving in and out of Maria. With each thrust, he spurted more come. He didn’t realize he had that much to give. At last, her slick butt settled against him. He wrapped his arms around both women.

  Maria canted her head, seeking his mouth. He joined hers and Sarah joined both of them. Each woman embraced a corner of his mouth as if they’d just now discovered nirvana. He wanted to cry. He, of all people. He wanted to cry because they’d found a way for all three of them to kiss at the same time. It felt profound. The symbolism wasn’t even lost on such a thick headed guy as him.

  They were a threesome, and damn it to hell, they would make it.

  He broke the kiss only long enough to mumble in a ragged voice, “I love both of you. I really do.”

  Breaking into broad smiles, Sarah and Maria pecked at his mouth and converged again to share another three-way kiss. If one could imagine exchanging high fives through kissing, that was what they were doing.

  He closed his eyes. But would they settle for part of a loaf?

  Adam opened his mouth to speak. The cell phone in his robe pocket rang shrilly. He never went anywhere without his cell, but this wasn’t the moment for an interruption. Yet it was the personal line that only two people had access to besides Maria.

  “Get off,” he said. “I’m sorry.” Sarah’s eyebrows said quite clearly what she thought of him for answering his phone with his cock still buried in Maria. But he had no choice. Not this time. “It’s my emergency line,” he muttered.

  “It’s okay, Sarah,” Maria said, her voice rising. She rose off his lap. “This can’
t be good.”

  Sarah stood and crossed her arms.

  Maria bit her lower lip, her concern matching his.

  “Hello.”

  “When?”

  “Where?”

  “Which hospital?”

  “Don’t panic. I’m on my way.”

  He flipped the phone shut. He probably didn’t look much better than the women did. “It’s Johnny,” he said, reaching for his robe. “He overdosed. On purpose. He’s at General.”

  - o -

  In horror, Sarah watched open mouthed as Adam dashed out of the room and headed for the guest room and his clothes.

  A very frightened Maria gawked at Sarah.

  “What is it?” Sarah asked.

  “Johnny is the boy Adam mentors.”

  “Oh my God!”

  “Hurry. We can’t let him go there alone. What if Johnny...” Maria nearly choked. “What if he doesn’t make it?”

  Sarah tossed on one of her long dresses and ran fingers through her hair. She heard the door to the driveway slam. Adam was already in his car.

  They’d follow him to the hospital. No way could they let him shoulder this burden alone. He hadn’t asked her or Maria to come along, but then he’d stood by her at her parents’ funeral.

  She grabbed her purse and raced down the hallway following Maria, who was already praying in Spanish.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Trying to ignore the hollow echoes their shoes made as they hurried through the hospital corridors to the emergency area, Sarah steeled herself for what might lie ahead. Clutching her hand tight, Maria had grown extremely quiet.

  They rounded a corner and found themselves in the waiting room where Adam stood cradling a slender trembling blond woman in his arms. The woman’s chest rose and fell rapidly. Sarah saw Adam’s shoulders likewise rising and falling as he braced himself to calm the woman. As they neared, he turned his head and nodded in their direction. A trace of relief flickered across his features.