Dance of a Lifetime

by Frank Downey

  "Like this? I don't have to lie down?" She gasped.

  "Like this. You don't have to lie down. This way is gentle, and I don't want to dominate you. But, I'm not forcing you to do anything. You can still say no."

  She clenched her eyes shut, and whispered, "yes." He withdrew his fingers, and grabbed his cock, and aimed the head at her slit. She was tight, even with all the abuse she had suffered, but she was sopping wet, so he slid in rather easily. Three pushes, and he was buried to the hilt.

  Meg had tensed up, closing her eyes, waiting for the flash of pain. "Meg." Josh said, grabbing her shoulders. "Meg. I'm in. All the way." She looked down, and gasped. He was in. And it didn't hurt.

  He put his hands on her hips, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. In that position, there wasn't a whole lot of room to maneuver, but it was enough. He started sliding in and out, gently, using his hands on her hips to assist him.

  Her head was on his shoulder, and she gasped and moaned, as she lightly kissed his neck. It was so gentle, so loving, so beautiful, so right. And, inside, she felt a wall come crumbling down.

  "Oh my God we're doing it and it feels so good and I love you so much and it doesn't hurt and oh my god oh my god it's so beautiful oh my god..." and then there were just sobs.

  He kept gently moving in and out. Then, as her sobs subsided and her groans got deeper, he asked, "Want to cum again?" She smiled and nodded. "I need to pick up the pace, and I can't do it like this, OK?"

  "OK."

  "Lie back." She did, and he went with her, stroking gently the whole time. She was on her back, him buried in her, and she instinctively lifted her legs around his hips.

  "Meg, thank you," he whispered in her ear.

  "Shouldn't that be the other way around?" she giggled.

  "No."

  "Why are you thanking me?"

  "For trusting me this much. It's the greatest compliment I will ever receive. Ready?" She nodded, smiling and weeping, and Josh picked up the pace. And it still didn't hurt. The orgasm was mutual, and earth-shattering.

  They were naked, cuddling, a half hour after they had finished.

  "How do you feel?" Josh asked quietly.

  "Fantastic. Completely fantastic. I feel normal. I had sex with my boyfriend, and it was great. I don't hurt. I don't feel dirty. I feel completely satisfied, and completely in love, and it's the best I've ever felt."

  "Good." He kissed her.

  "How do you feel?" she asked.

  "Better than fantastic," he teased. "Completely alive. Very much in love. And a little overwhelmed."

  "Overwhelmed?" She questioned.

  "A little. I wasn't kidding when I thanked you. The amount of trust you showed in me tonight is astounding. And a little overwhelming."

  "You earned it. Don't think for a second that you didn't. And it wasn't easy, either. I don't trust hardly anybody, and I don't trust easily. I trust you so completely that even I can't believe it."

  "Then, my love, I will have to make good and damn sure I never betray that trust."

  "You won't," she smiled at him. "I have every confidence in you."

  He looked around, at the other, untouched bed-the one that was supposed to be his. "I take it we're not going to use that other bed, now?" he teased.

  "Are you kidding me? I want you right here, all night."

  "Did you bring bedclothes?"

  "Yeah, but who needs 'em? You?"

  "Yeah, but only for decorum's sake, because I usually sleep in the nude anyhow."

  "Oh Goody," she teased "I'm thinking I might want to put my panties on, however." She retrieved them from the floor. "Or, maybe not." They were sopping wet. She started to toss them back on the floor. Josh grabbed her arm, and slipped the panties out of her hand.

  "Oh, no you don't. Those are now mine."

  She giggled. "What?"

  "A souvenir, of the greatest night of my life." She giggled, and reached around him to the floor on the other side of the bed. "Fine. Turnabout is fair play." She grabbed his jockey shorts. "OK, so why are these wet?"

  He blushed a little. "I came, in my pants, while I was eating you out." She looked at him, amazed. "Without even touching myself. I was so turned on just watching you. First time that ever happened, I can guarantee you that."

  "Just from watching me? Wow." She grabbed the jockey shorts, and spread the wetness around in them, like a child playing with a new toy. Then she looked up at him, beaming. "You have another pair?"

  "Yes."

  "Good. These are mine, then. And I do have another pair of panties, so you can keep those."

  "What are you going to do if your witch of a mother finds those?"

  "I'll just tell her I've taken up cross-dressing." She laughed, as Josh looked on, amazed. Then he cracked up laughing.

  "I need to take my braid out." Meg said. "It's hard to sleep in."

  "Let me," Josh said. She sat up on the bed, and told him how to take it out. He did so and brushed out her hair gently with his fingers. "Ooooh, this is so romantic," she said. When he was done, they lied back on the bed.

  He reached up, and turned off the light. They kissed, and then snuggled into the covers, in spoon position, his arms wrapped around her. They were asleep in minutes.

  Josh woke up, the next morning, slightly disoriented. This wasn't his room. Oh, OK, I'm a hotel room. Prom night. Meggan. OK, I know where I am now, he was thinking. Then he realized that there was something very good happening to his dick.

  He looked down, and, to his amazement, saw the top of Meggan's head. Her blond hair was askew all over his leg and stomach, as she bobbed up and down with slow strokes and long licks. He was shocked.

  "MEG?"

  She disengaged and looked up at him. "Hi there, gorgeous. Like your wake-up call?" she teased.

  "It was totally unexpected, I can tell you that!"

  "Well, when I woke up, this thing was prodding me in the ass. I hadn't gotten a good look at it last night, so I pulled down the covers and examined it up close. And my mouth started watering. So..." she giggled.

  "What happened to the girl I took to the prom? You know, the most inhibited girl in the universe?"

  "She's dead. You killed her last night. Believe me, it was a mercy killing."

  "OK, so what do I have in her place?" Josh teased.

  "Same girl. Just less inhibited. And a whole hell of a lot hornier. Now, you lie back and enjoy this, because I plan to."

  So he did. He knew this was her first time, but it was wonderful. In fact, it was his first time-his previous girlfriend never wanted to do this.

  He felt it building. "Meg, you'd better stop. I'm almost there."

  She just flicked her eyes at him, and kept on going. "Meg, you're gonna get a mouthful in seconds." She kept going. And she got a mouthful. She tried to swallow it all, but it started running down her chin and onto Josh. She sat up, and it ran down her neck onto her breasts.

  "Not bad. Salty," she proclaimed. Josh was amazed. She climbed up beside him on the bed, cum dripping on her lips, and teased, "Dare you to kiss me!" And he did, passionately, and it was her turn to be amazed.

  "My turn," Josh said, and proceeded to start kissing her breasts, and then move down.

  "Oh, Goody!" she exclaimed.

  He brought her to a rousing orgasm with his tongue, and then he introduced her to the female superior position, which she thoroughly enjoyed. And he looked at her, in the throes of orgasm, sitting on top of him, straddling him, eyes closed, face flushed, mouth opened and gasping-and realized, that he wanted to look at this for a very long time.

  When they finally made it down to breakfast, their friends had just got there. Everybody noticed a difference in Meg and Josh. They were glowing, Meg couldn't stop giggling, and it looked like they couldn't keep their hands or eyes off one another. When Meg got up to refill her coffee, Sophia decided to refill her own.

  "All right, spill the beans, Meg." Sophia demanded. "What happened."

  "We
ll, it happened."

  "Really? Are you OK?"

  "Oh, Soph, I am a whole lot better than OK. It was fantastic."

  "You enjoyed it? Really?"

  "Enjoyed it? I died and went to heaven. As my peer counselor, you will be glad to know that my fears of sex are gone, gone, gone. Flushed away in the rush of more orgasms than I care to count. Last night, and this morning. "

  Sophia cracked up laughing. "Nothing like waking up to that, is there?"

  "Nope!"

  Chapter 41 - A Little Experiment

  School was out, it was the fourth of July weekend, and Warren, Sophia, Jessie, and Crash were headed up to Maine. Crash's uncle had a place up there, and, since he was not going to be using it for these two weeks, the foursome rented it. It was a cabin, on a lake, and they were looking forward to it. Convincing Jessie's parents and Crash's mother took some doing, but they managed.

  It was big, for a cabin. There was a large room occupying the whole front half, which was a combination living room/dining room. Behind that, to the right, there was the kitchen. To the left, the one large bedroom. The bathroom was tucked in off the kitchen.

  "One bedroom?' Sophia asked.

  "Hmm. Uncle Dave said it slept four, which it does, but I didn't realize there was only one bedroom."

  "There's a divider screen, though," Jessie pointed out.

  "Hope it's soundproof," Warren quipped, earning a shove from Sophia.

  "Aaah, fuck it," Sophia said. "We're all friends here, right?" She smiled.

  They settled in, and then went out and bought some groceries and filled the fridge and cupboard. Warren and Jessie were the most enthusiastic about cooking, so they picked out a lot of the groceries. "Guess we get clean-up duty after the gourmands here wreck the kitchen with their culinary delights," Crash said to Sophia.

  They had arrived on a Saturday, and were staying until a week from Sunday-over two weeks. Saturday night, the first night, the bedroom arrangements were a bit awkward-Warren and Sophia stayed on the couch until the sounds from the bedroom died down, and then went in. Sunday night, Jessie and Crash walked in on them in mid-boink, but Warren just waved them in and they went to sleep as Warren and Sophia finished up. Monday night, they all just ended up in there, in their separate beds, doing whatever.

  Tuesday was a beautiful day, and Crash and Warren decided to take Crash's uncle's small boat out into the lake and do some fishing. Sophia and Jessie slept late, padded around the house a bit, and ended up on one of the two couches in the living room, sipping coffee, and chatting.

  "I love this. I'm so relaxed." Sophia said.

  "Yeah, you weren't relaxed last night," Jessie quipped. "You gave me such a headache I had to reach for the Advil, for chrissake. Are you always that loud?"

  "Usually," she smiled. "Gets Warren going, you know."

  "I'll bet. You guys really do seem to have a great sex life. Almost as good as Jason and I."

  Sophia laughed. Then she got a little somber. "I hope it's good enough."

  "What are you talking about?"

  Sophia sighed. "I've told Warren to take some time and sleep around. He won't do it."

  "WHAT?"

  "Listen, I have previous experience. He doesn't. How can he know I'm the one if he hasn't tried anyone else?"

  "Shit, Crash and I were both virgins before each other, and we don't worry."

  "Yeah, but you had some experience. Maybe not fucking, but everything else. Warren had none."

  "True. But I know what Warren means, though. I don't know if I could ever do it."

  "Do you ever fantasize about it? With someone you know, or something?" Sophia asked.

  "I can't think of hardly anyone that I'd want to do it with."

  "Aha, Jess, you said hardly anyone."

  "Well, I meant no one."

  "You said hardly," Sophia grinned. "C'mon, Jess, confess."

  "OK. There's one guy. Jason and I have actually talked about this. We asked each other, if you were going to have a fling with someone you know, who would it be? And I did have one name."

  "OK, Jess, spill the beans."

  "No way," she said firmly. "That is Jason's and my secret. I can't tell you."

  "Jess, I'm your best friend. You can tell me."

  "Oh, no, not this, especially not you."

  Sophia looked at her friend, and then realization dawned on her. "It's Warren, isn't it?" She said with a smile.

  Jesse looked at her in disbelief. Sophia continued, "Come on, why would you be afraid to tell me if it was anyone other than Warren?" Jessie stared at her friend, expecting her to be pissed, but she was plainly amused. "Admit it, Jess, you got the hots for my boyfriend!"

  "OK, I admit it. It's Warren," Jessie said, blushing. Sophia just giggled. "If it makes you feel any better, Jason picked you."

  "Really?"

  "Yeah. And he was serious."

  Sophia thought about that for a moment. "Since it's true confessions time, I'll tell you that I'd pick Jason, too."

  "Warren?"

  Sophia laughed. "We've never actually discussed it, but every time I tell him he should find someone else to experiment with, he makes a joke about you. I'll tell him to go find someone, and he'll say, 'But Jess isn't available' or 'Fine, what's Jessie's phone number' or something like that. Based on the evidence, I do believe he'd pick you."

  Jessie thought for a moment. "Assuming you're right about that... We've got two weeks here. It's only the four of us. Only we will know what goes on between these walls." She took a deep breath, amazed at what she was about to say. "Maybe we should pick a night while we're here... and swap."

  "JESSICA REIDEL! Are you SERIOUS?"

  "Yeah, I do believe I am."

  "Are you telling me that you want to sleep with my boyfriend?"

  Jessie smiled at Sophia and said, "Only if you sleep with mine."

  Sophia sighed. "Jess, this is not the type of thing that you drop on me at eleven o'clock in the morning."

  "Soph, tell me the whole idea doesn't turn you on, and I'll drop it."

  Sophia sighed. "OK. So it does. But what will it do to us? To our friendships? To our relationships?"

  "If it's consensual and agreed on by everyone, why should it do anything? Look, I'm secure enough in my relationship with Jason. I know you and Warren are just as secure. I am not going to go to bed with Warren and then get all swoony over him. Listen, I love Warren. He's my second favorite guy in the universe. And based on your descriptions I would fully expect spending the night with him to be utterly fantastic. But I'm not in love with him. I'm in love with Jason."

  "Look," she continued, "you know how I would look at it? I am giving my very best friend and my boyfriend a gift-each other, for a little while. And you would be doing the same. Just for fun. It would be fun, I do believe, for all of us."

  Sophia smiled. "OK, I have to admit, it does sound like it would be fun. And deliciously wicked, to boot. All right, I'm in. IF..."

  "If what?"

  "If we can convince our guys. I don't know if Warren will go along with it."

  "We'll just have to ask them."

  Jason and Warren traipsed in in mid-afternoon, all happy with a bucket of fish. "DINNER!" Warren announced proudly. Jason chimed in, "Are we good, or what?"

  Jason was the best at cleaning and de-boning fish, so he handled that, while Jess and Warren drummed up a recipe. It turned out to be wonderful.

  The girls waited until the meal was done and they were all lingering at the table to bring up the topic at hand. Warren led them into it, actually.

  "So, what did you ladies do all day while we he-men were out capturing the supper?"

  Sophia giggled. "Oh, girl talk."

  "What about?' Crash asked.

  "Sex, what else?" Jess quipped. "If you must know, we were discussing fantasies."

  "Sophia tell you about hers, me ravaging her while she's tied up on top of the third base dugout at Fenway Park?"

  "WARREN!"

&n
bsp; Jessie laughed. "Nope, she didn't mention that particular one."

  Sophia smirked at Warren. "Well, his is to do it in the middle of the ice at the Olympics. With a full crowd. And a panel of judges."

  "Doling out the 5.9's and the 6.0's, of course," Warren quipped.

  "Of course," Jess agreed. "No, actually, we weren't talking about where. We were talking about who. Jason and I have had a discussion-if I released you for a day, who would you want to sleep with? That's what we were talking about."

  "JESSICA!" Crash was mortified. "You TOLD her?"

  Jess just nodded. "Did you tell her WHO?" Jess nodded again. Jason glanced sheepishly at Sophia, and then buried his face in his hands. "I think I am very embarrassed."

  "And I think I missed something," Warren interjected.

  "Well, War, Jason told me who he'd want to sleep with if I released him for a day. And the answer was Sophia." Jason buried his head further in his hands, groaning.

  "Oh," Warren said. "Is that all? Doesn't surprise me in the least."

  Everyone glared at him. "It doesn't?" Sophia asked.

  "Naaaah. He's had the hots for you since the day he met you. What am I, blind?" They all chuckled, and Crash looked at Warren in obvious relief. Then he grinned at his girlfriend. "Tell him yours, Jess."

  "Oh, mine was also Sophia." Warren looked at her in stunned disbelief, then caught the gleam in her eye and started laughing. "No, seriously, Warren. Mine was you."

  "I think I'm flattered. Mine would be you, too."

  "And mine would be Jason," Sophia added.

  "What an interesting conversation," Warren said. "We've all now established that we wouldn't mind jumping in the sack with each other's significant other." Everyone laughed.

  "Right," smiled Jess. "So, what Sophie and I were talking about was-let's do it."

  "What?" Warren asked.

  "Let's swap. One night while we're here. Tonight would be fun."

  Jason and Warren stared at the girls, then at each other, and then back at the girls. They still didn't quite believe what they had heard.

  Warren looked at Sophia and said, "So, what you're telling me is this... that you want to sleep with my best friend?"