by Frank Downey
And then they came to the last three in the roll.
"These were taken this afternoon. This is what you guys looked like when we walked in the door," Jessie said.
"Aw, how sweet," said Sophia.
"And this is a little while later," Jess said with the second picture, "after Warren let his fingers do the walking." Sophia burst out laughing, as Warren blushed.
"And here, a few minutes after that," Jessie handed over the last one, "Sophia either felt those fingers or was having a really good dream." Now it was Warren's turn to crack up, and Sophie's to blush.
"I tell ya, sometimes a good photographer just has to walk in the room at the right time," Crash quipped.
"These are fantastic," Sophia said. "Do you have the negatives, Jay?"
"Sure."
"I want them blown up. I want to hang them on my wall." Sophia said.
"Yeah," said Jess, "and maybe Jay can blow 'em up for his first exhibition. I can see it now: The Photographs of Jason Kowalski: Warren Catches A Fish, Sunset Over The Lake, over here we have Dinner At Eight, we can call this one Grapes Before Bedtime, and, then, the piece de resistance, Sophie Gets Felt Up."
Warren made dinner, which everyone enjoyed. Afterwards, he and Sophia decided to play a game of chess, while Jess and Jay curled up on the couch.
"Hey, look," Sophie said at one point. "Jay and Jess are actually cuddling. I think I just saw her kiss his neck without biting it! I'm shocked and stunned. Where's that damn camera?"
Whereupon Jess looked up over the couch and shot Sophia her "death" look, one she rarely used and just about never with Sophia. Sophia was a bit taken aback. Jess, getting upset at teasing? JESS? She looked at Warren, who shrugged his shoulders. They went back to the game.
After they finished-Sophia was all excited, because she won, a rare enough occurrence-Sophia and Warren headed off to the bedroom.
"You guys staying out here?" Sophia asked.
"Yeah. What, are you and Warren the only ones allowed to cuddle around here?" Jess said, with real venom.
"No, of course not," Sophia said, taken aback again. "Well, good night," she said, walking with Warren into the bedroom.
"What's gotten into her?" Sophia said after they had closed the door.
"That's a good question."
"Well, I'm not going to push it now, she's clearly not in the mood. I'll ask her tomorrow what's up. Meantime, come here, Snugglebear." She grabbed him-by the crotch-and pulled him towards the bed.
"What, didn't you get enough this morning and afternoon?" Warren joked.
"There is no such thing as 'enough', not with you." She pulled his pants down, and kneeled in front of him. "Enough of this beautiful thing? Perish the thought," she giggled.
They actually were tired from the day's exertions, and passed out fairly early. When Warren woke up he glanced at the clock, and noticed it was only about 5:00. That didn't surprise him, they had passed out about 9:00. And, as he became more awake, he realized something. Sophia was on top of him, sprawled out, her head on his shoulder, her arms and legs wrapped around him-and his dick was still buried in her pussy. Shit, he thought to himself, we really were tired. I'm amazed I was actually able to sleep with her wrapped around me-all of me-like this.
He looked at Sophia. She was the most gorgeous thing ever. She was flushed and panting a bit-big surprise, she'd probably been doing that all night-but she was definitely asleep.
Hmmmm. Well, here's a wake up call for you, Pookie, he thought, as he gently rolled them over so he was on top of her, and then slowly withdrew his dick and slowly slid it back in.
He did it very slowly and very deliberately, trying to gently fuck her awake. It worked.
"Hmmmmmm... oooooooooh... oooooooohhhh... HUH?" Sophie said, now fully awake.
"Good morning, Pookie."
"Warren?" She realized that he was fucking her. "Oh WOW what a way to wake up!"
"Well, we actually fell asleep with me in you, you were on top of me. Slept all night like that." She looked at him, amazed. "I woke up and I was all the way in and hard as a rock. I'm gonna pass up an opportunity like that?"
She giggled, panting, as he, still slowly, moved in and out of her. "Well, that explains some of the dreams I was having last night."
"Oh, really?"
"Oh, yeah. Baseball bats, telephone poles, a crosstown bus, the Empire State Building, all attached to you and inside me..." Warren laughed and buried his head into Sophia's neck, so he wouldn't laugh too loud. "Good boy. Mustn't wake the neighbors," as she pointed to the other bed.
"Oh, yeah? And what will the neighbors do if I bring you to orgasm, and you try to reach Quebec with your wailing?"
"Well, you'll just have to prevent that, then, Studmuffin." She reached her hands up to the back of his head. "Kiss me, you fool."
He did, long and deep, and then nibbled on her lips and kept kissing her, as his cock plunged deep into her pussy. She was groaning and gasping, and even let off a couple of little wails into Warren's mouth. "Oh, God, Warren, I'm gonna make my mother let you move into my room with me-I wanna wake up like this every morning."
Warren just laughed. "Close?"
"Oh, yeah."
"Hold on. And if you feel the need to scream, kiss me first." He picked up the pace, as she wrapped her legs tightly around his hips. "Oh, Jesus, Warren," Sophie moaned. "I guess you're awake now, huh?"
He just smiled, and kissed her, as she moaned into his mouth. Then, he felt her body stiffen, her back arched, and her pussy spasmed around his dick. He watched her cum, still pumping, and then finished himself off with a little assistance from Sophia's very well controlled muscles.
"Shit, Soph," he said after they had finished, "I think you bit my tongue."
She giggled, "But I didn't wake the neighbors." Warren looked over at Jay and Jess, still sound asleep. "And believe me, you really made me want to scream."
Warren smiled at her, and then quickly withdrew and went to disentangle.
"In a rush, Snugglebear?"
"When guys wake up, shortly thereafter, they usually have to pee. When guys wake up and right away fuck their girlfriends silly, they really have to pee."
Sophia giggled, and watched him run to the bathroom.
He actually had to do number two, also, so he was in the bathroom for a bit. When he came out, he saw Sophia on the couch, wearing a tee-shirt and a pair of panties, and clutching her long robe. She had next to her his underwear, pair of shorts, and shirt. "Here, Snugglebear, put these on."
"What's up, Pookie?"
"I'm in love, I've been well-fucked, and I want to take my man down to the lake and watch the sunrise."
"Yes, ma'am." He grinned.
While he got dressed, she went into the kitchen and poured tea from the pot she had brewed into the two travel cups that they had brought with them. Then she walked out to the living room.
"Ready to show a pretty girl a pretty sunrise, mister?"
They walked, hand in hand, down to the dock.
Chapter 44 - Repercussions And Realizations
They sat there, cuddling close to one another, occasionally kissing, and chatting as the sun rose over the lake.
"You know, it feels like it might end up being hot enough to go swimming in this lake," Warren said.
"Yeah, finally. 65 degree days when you're on vacation in July can be a bit of a drag." Sophie picked up her travel mug. "I'm just about out of tea. You?"
"Pretty much. You want I should get a refill?"
"I'll take care of it, Romeo, you just make sure the sun don't set without me."
Warren laughed. "I think we've got some leeway with that, since it's only 6:30 AM." Sophia gave him a kiss on the cheek, and stood up, heading up the path to the cabin with the two teacups.
"Morning, Jess," Sophia said upon seeing her friend on the couch. "What's up?"
"Not much." Jess had a strange look on her face. "Hey, Soph, where's Warren?"
"Down on the dock. I just
came up to refill our tea." She giggled. "I woke up this morning with him gently fucking me. Apparently we fell asleep with him still in me, if you can believe that, and when he woke up he decided to wake me up with a little nookie. Then, after we were done, we went down to the dock to see the sun rise."
Jessie got a little faraway look in her eyes. "That sounds positively lovely." Sophie blinked. There was no sarcasm in that comment, and Jessie had never been a romantic-interlude type of person. That's why she fit so well with Crash-they were both aggressive, sarcastic, biting, non-romantic people.
"Look, Soph, I need to ask you a favor," Jessie said, very seriously. "Can I take Warren's tea down to him? I need to talk to him. As long as I'm not interrupting anything, of course."
"Nah, the sun's up and the lovey-dovey stuff had petered out, anyway." Jessie laughed. "We were just going to discuss what we might like to do today, is all. We can do that later." Sophia looked at Jessie quizzically, because Jess had an obvious look of relief on her face. "Jess, is something going on?"
"All will be revealed, Sophia, I promise. But I need to talk to Warren first, especially with him on the dock down there, because I need to talk to him privately. Trust me, Sophia, I'm done with him, I talk to you."
"OK." She went and filled Warren's travel mug and handed it to Jess. "Just don't give him any more hickeys, OK?" she laughed.
Jessie got a very strange look on her face. "I think I've sworn off hickeys for a while. Thanks, Soph," and out the door she went, leaving a very confused Sophia in her wake.
"Hey, Prep Stud." Warren looked around, and saw Jess coming down the path. She got to the dock and handed Warren the travel mug. "Compliments of Sophia's Kitchen-or teapot, at the very least-and Jessica Express Delivery."
Warren laughed. "Morning, She-Devil. No offense, but what happened to Sophia?"
Jessie sat next to Warren. "I asked her if I could borrow you for a bit. I need to talk to you."
"Sure thing, Jess. What's on your mind?"
Jessica took a deep breath. "Remember the little conversation that we had on this very dock about 24 hours ago?" Warren nodded. "Well, I have a confession to make. I lied to you. Now, the reason I lied to you is because I couldn't tell you the truth yesterday. Jason and I had a long talk-a series of them, actually-yesterday, so now I can tell you why and how I lied to you."
She took another deep breath, and stared out at the lake, not looking at Warren. "I told you, yesterday, that you were the only one affected by what happened the other night. That was a lie. I was affected. I was profoundly affected, and I found out later yesterday that Jay was, also."
"The first thing you need to know is that I love Jay with all my heart and soul. But something's been missing. I knew it, and he knew it, but neither of us knew what the problem was. So we just did our thing. It was very comfortable-the way we related to each other, the way we acted, the way we made love. It was comfortable-our relationship has always been comfortable."
"And then I went to bed with you. Fun, right? A harmless diversion? That's what I told you yesterday, right?" Warren nodded. "No," Jessie said, staring down at her hands. "It wasn't. What that little 'harmless diversion' turned out to be was the greatest night of my life-sexually speaking at least, and possibly of all time." Warren's jaw hit the ground. Jessie was staring down at her hands, and wringing them. "You spun my head around. You touched me in a place that I didn't even know existed. It was awesome, and devastating."
Warren didn't know what to say. Jess didn't give him a chance to think of something. "Look, I meant it when I said I love Jason. And I don't love you, not in that way, I'm not in love with you, and I never could be. But making love to you was earth-shattering."
"So, I'm out with Jason yesterday. And we both know something's not quite right, OK? So, we decided we needed to have a big talk, and put everything on the table, everything we were feeling and thinking, with no resentment or recriminations allowed. So I told him."
Warren gasped. "Y'know, that's the reaction I thought I'd get from him," Jessie said with a small smile, looking at Warren for the first time. "But he didn't He said he knew what I meant, because his night with Sophia was the best he's ever had."
"Oh my sweet Jesus," Warren muttered.
"Yeah, what you said. Anyhow, so there we are, me telling him his best friend is better in bed than he is, and him telling me that my best friend is better than I am. We kicked that around for a while, and we discovered that 'better' wasn't necessarily the right word. Different was."
"It was the little things. You're a gentle and tender soul, Warren, and so is that girlfriend of yours. There was one point where you were eating me out, and I saw you look up at me to see if I was enjoying myself-which I was-and you looked up at me with this little grin on your face and a twinkle in your eye. And there was one point where we were doing it, and you reached down and just caressed my tit for a bit. You brushed the hair back out of my eyes at one point. Jason told me that, at one point, he was doing Sophia and she looked up at him and smiled at him, and kind of touched and rubbed his arm. Little things. Even the thing you told me about, when you and Sophia caught each other's eye, and she winked at you."
"You let your guard down completely during sex, Warren. Apparently so does Sophia. Not only do Jay and I not, we're not sure we even know how. You know the joke about the biting and clawing? Now, it is true that I occasionally lose control and do that involuntarily-that night is an example, I really didn't mean to give you a hickey-but somehow that got to be how I am. Jess is an animal in bed, and Jay is a piledriver. That's what we do. One thing Jay has on you, Warren, is that he has more stamina. He can go upwards of 45 minutes and that's before he's had a cum."
Warren gaped at her. "Wow."
"Yeah. So, that's what we do. Minimal foreplay, he mounts me, and rams into me for three quarters of an hour while I bite and claw. The Crashmeister and the She-Devil. It was always good. Don't get me wrong for a second, he's good, and he'd say the same about me. But I found out the other night that it's not enough."
"And, when we were talking, we realized that it's not just sex. The other day, we walked into the living room, and you and Sophia were curled up on the couch, she was snuggled into you, and you had your arm around her, and you were both reading. This, of course, is the opportunity for me to crack wise about the lovebirds, right? Well, I don't remember if I did, but my heart wasn't in it."
"When we were talking, I reminded Jay of this little scene, and I wondered why we never did that, or anything like it, and he said because that wasn't us. And I asked him why it wasn't us, and he said that he didn't know."
"Ah," said Warren, "now I know why you were so defensive when Sophie cracked wise about you guys cuddling last night."
"Yeah," Jessie admitted, "and I am going to apologize to her for that. Anyway, this is what we figured out. Somehow, we got locked into roles. Jay and I are both 'on' a lot of the time; we're natural performers. It's almost like playing a part. You and Soph aren't like that."
Warren laughed. "I'm not quite so sure about that. Whose the couple that goes out and ice dances in front of a few thousand people? Not to mention swing dance clinics at the prom."
Jessie laughed. "You guys aren't performers, you're exhibitionists. Really. You do your thing, and allow other people to watch. Hey, look, I know a little bit about ice dancing, thanks to Sophie. I see the difference between your ice dancing and a lot of your competition. How was it that your friend Christine described you guys?"
"An oasis of romantic true-love dancing in a desert of overly-theatrical bad mock-acting."
"Right. Do you guys ever act? Do you ever play a role, on or off the ice? You don't have to answer, because we both know it's no. Jay and I are locked into roles-Crash and the She-Devil-that really are only part of who we are. But somehow they became almost all of who we are."
"I've seen the real Jason enough to know that that is who I'm in love with. And Jay has seen the real me enough to know the same thin
g. The funny thing is that I got all of you, in one night, no hesitation, no reservations. You gave me everything you had. And I still haven't recovered. And Sophie did the same to Jay."
"So, Jay and I were talking, and I found out something that I never knew, after sleeping with the guy for a year and a half-his stamina is forced. He holds back. I just thought it took a lot for him to cum. He was in Sophie for fifteen minutes and came. Because she told him to. She said to him, 'Don't kill yourself, go ahead and cum, we have plenty of time.' And I never even noticed he was holding back."
"Ah, that's because she's used to me," Warren said. "I do not have Jay's stamina, so I try to hold back if I can, and she's always telling me to 'let myself enjoy it, she's fine' and the like." They both laughed.
"The difference being," Jess quipped, "that by that point she's already cum seventeen times from your tongue." Warren burst out laughing.
"Anyhow, since we decided to not hold anything back, I asked Jay-why do you hold back? Why don't we ever have much foreplay? Why are you so aggressive when we fuck? And he asked me-why do you bite and claw me all the time? Why are you always growling, why do you never smile? Why don't you touch me? Why don't we ever kiss in the middle of sex?"
"And we kicked that one around a while, and the answer we came up with was that we thought the other person expected us to act the way we were. And we were too afraid to break the pattern, and too afraid to ask the other person to break the pattern."
"Until you, with me, and Sophie, with Jay, broke the pattern."
Jessie stared out into the lake for a minute. "Why did you give yourself so much to me that night?"
"I suppose it's just because that's the way I am. Look, Jess, I might not be 'in love' with you, and you're not my girlfriend, but I do love you. I also trust you. "
"Yeah, but I love and trust Jay."
"Yes, but I'm naturally open with people I love and trust. I don't think you're naturally open with yourself. I know Jay isn't."
"I know. I'm still a little amazed that you would give me so much of yourself, in what was supposed to be a meaningless fling."
