Oh, god, Sarah thought as she struggled to adjust to the stretching, the feeling of him filling her. She felt the walls of her sex gush as he pressed against her cervix so hard it was teetering along the very thin line between pain and pleasure. She flashed back to her first time with Pawel and the feeling of him pounding against her cervix. But Garrett had both Pawel’s length and James’ girth. The best of both worlds, she thought as his tempo began to intensify. Or fuck, this may be too much! “Not too hard,” she gasped between ragged, punctuated breaths. “It’s been awhile.”
“You’ll get used to it,” he replied in a low voice and fell into a slower, more steady rhythm. He wrapped his hands underneath her, lifting her pelvis into him, making her take him deep inside her.
Sarah cried out as every single nerve in her body was suspended on that tightrope. She felt his hot breath tickle against her ear followed by primal grunts as he pushed himself deeper and deeper inside of her. Sensing the pleasure he was receiving from her, she opened to him, feeling her wetness ease the friction. She wrapped her legs around his and stroked her fingers down his back as she began to feel the pressure build from deep within her pelvis.
She tried not to think about the mess they were potentially making on the dressing room couch and surrendered to the shower of molten sparks infiltrating her body, feeling it consume her and absorb her in its fiery passion. “Oh god, Garrett, I’m going to come,” she moaned as his bristly chin rubbed against her cheekbone. She felt his lips curl into a smile against her skin, his energy and determination renewed.
Her release was like a million fireworks raining down golden sparkles all around her. Only wetter, she realized, feeling a warm gush trickle onto her thighs. He waited for her to finish spasming around him and then he pulled out and rose to his feet. She looked at him expectantly but was still too breathless from her orgasm to produce speech. “Oh, I’m not done with you,” he announced, sensing her confusion. “Quite the contrary, in fact. I’m just letting you catch your breath.”
“Oh,” she managed as he pulled her to her feet and twirled her around 180 degrees. She felt his hand on her back as he shoved her to her knees on the loveseat. His fingers gripped her ass cheeks, digging into her voluptuous flesh, as he guided his cock back into her dripping slit. “Oh fuck!” she screamed as he slammed into her cervix again, the sensations rushing through her entire nervous system.
She was amazed by his control and confidence. He stroked in and out of her, holding her hair like reins and telling her all the nasty things he planned do to her the next time he fucked her. Already anticipating a next time, she processed. I like that.
The sound of his raspy voice, awash with pleasure, filled her ears, telling her how good it felt inside her and sending her over the edge again. The pain she had originally felt due to his size had dissipated, and she was arching her back and pushing against him with each thrust, her body exploding around his massive cock. “I want to make you come too,” she moaned after the third orgasm rocked through her.
“Well, you’re about to,” he promised. He gripped her hips firmly as he picked up his pace, first with quick shallow strokes, then with increasing depth and vigor. She braced herself, the intensity of the sensations causing her body to feel like a bowl of jello, quivering beneath his power. Finally: “Oh god...” his voice trailed off and suddenly she felt empty. He’d pulled out, ripped off the condom and she felt the hot spurts of his orgasm land in puddles on her back. Against her hips, she felt his thighs trembling from the intensity of his release.
Later after he cleaned her up, he sat on the loveseat and held her naked body against his chest, her hip pressed into the cushions, knees curled. She was still quaking, her body slowly recovering. James McAllister was the furthest thing from her mind as her ear pressed against Garrett’s chest and she listened to his heart rate steadying. Only one thought resonated and it was: something’s just begun.
***
Chapter Four
Skype
James’s head began to ache as his eyes struggled to focus on the email he’d just opened from Maggie. In it, she’d rambled on about her new job at the hospital, gushing about how great it was and how much she thought she would like it, but then a line of text bulged out at him as if it was written in bold or a different font. He kept rereading it:
So Dr. Parker took me out to lunch. What a great guy! He asked me to call him Mark.
That was it. She had gone on to write about some other nurses on her shift, both women. She didn’t talk about seeing them outside of work. Why did she mention having lunch with Dr. Parker? It seemed a bit of a non-sequitur within the context of the rest of the email. Why did she say he was such a great guy? He reread the last paragraph, trying to get the bad taste out of his mouth. Then he reviewed the few lines she’d included about her parents’ upcoming visit and about some landscaping she wanted to do at the house that fall. “I think I’ll plant mums,” she’d written, “and trim the hedges once more before it gets too chilly.”
He glanced at the clock on the computer and subtracted to get the time in Maryland. It was very early in the morning there but he knew that Maggie would be up getting ready for work. I’m not going to let this bother me all day, he thought. Better to get it out in the open. He punched in her number and listened for it to connect. Her perky voice suddenly interrupted the ring. “Hi, honey!” she perkily greeted him.
“Hey there, what’s up?” he asked, feeling relieved that she seemed so happy to hear from him, especially since the call was unexpected. Typically, they coordinated their communication times and it was almost always via Skype. He liked getting to look at her while they talked. And he liked to think she enjoyed that aspect as well. It makes things seem more real, he thought.
“Just getting ready for work,” she answered. “I had to get up early and throw my clothes in the dryer. I didn’t realize I was out of clean scrubs. What’s going on over there?”
“I read your email.” He let those words hang for a moment in the miles between them. Then: “Glad you’re adjusting to your new job. That’s good to hear.”
“Thanks, I can’t believe how nice everyone is! I thought East-coasters would be more stand-offish I guess, at least compared to Midwesterners, but everyone is so friendly and helpful and welcoming. I’m pleasantly surprised!”
James laughed at her assessment. Of course they are friendly to her. She’s an energetic, cute young blonde whose fiancé is deployed. What could be more wholesome, all-American and patriotic than that? “So, Dr. Parker, huh?” he decided to cut to the chase.
“Oh, yeah, he’s the nicest doctor I’ve ever met!” Maggie cooed. “He wanted to come over and help me fix that broken railing on the deck when I mentioned it at lunch. It was so sweet of him to offer to do that for me!”
James swallowed hard. “He wanted to come to my...our...house?” What the fuck? he thought, his head pounding with the persistent headache that had been spawned by the email.
Maggie laughed for a second until she realized what James was implying with his question; then she grew defensive. “It’s not like that, silly,” she assured him, trying to retain a playful tone. “He’s just being nice. I’m pretty sure he’s married anyway.”
James was silent. All he could think about was a conversation he’d had with his ex-wife Becca during his very first deployment. She’d mentioned a male customer that came into the bank where she worked as a teller almost daily. “Oh, it’s not like that,” she’d insisted. “He’s just friendly.” When he returned from Iraq, she was pregnant with his baby. It was hard to forget that kind of stab in the back even years later. Even with someone who seemed as devoted to him as Maggie did. It’s not like that. Yeah, I have heard that before.
He realized suddenly that he’d never considered the possibility of Maggie cheating on him, not while she’d been in Ohio and he’d been in Maryland, and up until now, not during his deployment. He’d spent so much time wondering if he could stay faithful to he
r that it had never crossed his mind that the shoe could be on the other foot. Ah, monogamy, he thought, it’s a two-way street. At least it’s supposed to be.
He thought of Sarah and her progressive views on relationships, and her preference for non-monogamy. She had taught him that openness, transparency, and communication were the keys to all relationships, but extraordinarily paramount in open ones, like the one they had had. That’s why she had been so hurt that he’d delayed telling her about rekindling his relationship with Maggie for so long.
In the end, they’d shared each other, after all, she was seeing that Polish guy too...and he’d been honest about his feelings for Maggie and plans to marry her. He could have kept silent. He could have gone on letting Sarah think nothing had changed. I could have had my cake and ate it too. At least for now. And who knows how long after I got back. But that’s not who I am.
Sarah was never far from his thoughts. It wasn’t as though he consciously tried to suppress his reflections on her, but he didn’t encourage his mind to turn to her either. Maggie had not uttered one word about Sarah since he’d told her his promise to tell Sarah of his engagement was fulfilled She trusts me, James realized of Maggie. And I should trust her too. “Alright,” he finally said. “Just checking. I miss you a lot.”
“Oh, honey, I miss you too! I’m crossing the days off on my calendar,” she admitted. “It’s a little old-fashioned but it makes me feel like I am doing something. Two months down, seven to go!”
“I’m sure it will go fast,” he assured her. “Okay, I’m going to let you finish getting ready for work. I’ll talk to you soon.”
“I love you,” Maggie offered, her standard way of saying goodbye. She had told him once that she always wanted to make sure those were the last words she spoke to him...in case...
“I love you too,” James replied and hung up the phone.
***
Sarah woke up twisted in her paisley teal and lavender sheets. Her forehead was damp with sweat and a dark clump of hair was matted against her cheek. She instantly realized there was heat radiating from between her thighs, and when she reached down, her fingers easily slid up her moist slit. Wow, she thought, what is that about?
She suddenly remembered her dream. The perky redhead Tess from play practice had been perched between Sarah’s legs lapping at her clit with her soft pink tongue, looking up at Sarah through thick dark lashes, her eyes smoldering with lust. Sarah’s hands gripped the back of Tess’s neck, guiding her movements as she grinded her hips toward her mouth.
Just as she was about to climax, the redhead pulled back and slid up Sarah’s body, her skin like silk against the creamy contours. Sarah felt the heat of Tess’s pelvis pressing against her own and four mounds of breasts mushing together in their tight embrace. She tasted herself on Tess’s lips as her tongue delved into her mouth. Her need for release had grown urgent since the stimulation had ended so abruptly and at such a critical point. Tess sensed this and seemed to relish having control. Knowing she had brought Sarah to the brink and made her ride the crest of the wave that couldn’t quite crash had in turn dialed up the intensity of her own desire.
Sarah wrapped her legs around the redhead’s thighs, her fingers kneading the curvy flesh of her ass and pushing her pubic bone down so that it rubbed against Sarah’s clit. Oh my god, I can come this way, Sarah thought, breathless, feeling the wall of pleasure swelling up deep inside. Feeling Tess writhe against her body, thrusting her own hot, swollen sex against her, the sheer friction was driving her completely insane. We’re going to come at the same time, she predicted, just before her prophecy came to fruition. They clenched each other as the waves of orgasm rocked through their cores, pressed together so tightly that it was hard to see where one body began and the other ended.
When she awoke, she was still vibrating with the last spasms of her sleep-induced climax. Her phone was flashing its green light but she was happy to ignore it for just a moment longer, letting the vivid memories of the dream saturate her mind. I guess it’s been too long since I’ve been with a woman, Sarah observed. Maybe it’s time to remedy that.
When she was finally able to move again, she was pleased to see that the flashing light on her phone heralded a text message from Garrett. Despite her best intentions, she couldn’t help but remember how there had been a lengthy span of time before she heard back from James following their first night together. This is more like it, she smiled, pressing on the message to open it up on her phone.
Here’s my blog. Hope you enjoy. Last night was...wow.
The next text was a URL which led her to a social networking site for people with fetishes and kinks. She’d never even heard of such a thing and that immediately made her feel old, out of touch, and woefully behind in research. A Facebook for freaks? she wondered.
She was still reeling from the potential academic applications of this virtual community before she could begin to digest the profile that sprung up on the screen. It featured an extremely revealing shot of Garrett’s chest, abdomen and genital area, cropped to just above his jaw. She instantly noticed all the tattoos which had been concealed in darkness during their romp in the dressing room.
At the top she saw this info in bold white lettering against a black background: TheNavigator, 27, M, Bisexual, Switch. Her eyes widened as she continued to peruse his profile:
PhD student and fish out of water. I moved to the Baltimore/DC area from Seattle last year and I’m perpetually culture shocked. I’m looking for new friends, new experiences, new things to explore. You might be surprised what all I’m open to. Try me! I won’t bite, unless that’s what you like!
Description: tall and fit, but the first thing you’ll notice is the red hair. You know what they say about redheads in bed, right? No? Let me show you ;)
I’m mostly dominant but have been known to let myself be seduced and controlled by a beautiful mature woman from time to time. And yes, I’m bi too. Read my blog to get a taste of some of the fantasies my devious mind has crafted!
In a nutshell: I’m liberal, open-minded, flexible, progressive, passionate, and free. If you are too then we’ll get on well!
Sarah could hear Garrett’s voice speaking the words of the text. She glanced at some of the kinks and fetishes he listed as being interested in or curious about and then moved on to the blog posts he’d written. When she finally closed out the window on her computer she was unsure whether she should be intimidated or elated. She wasn’t used to encountering partners who had more experience and a wider range of exposure to things considered unconventional and unorthodox in most circles.
She couldn’t help but laugh as she realized that she had reeled Garrett in just as much as he had attracted her. He was able to perceive her openness as readily as if it were written on her forehead. They might truly be kindred spirits.
Her body was nearly trembling with anticipation as she realized what this new liaison meant. There wouldn’t be the easing in, the systematic desensitization that she’d had with James. There wouldn’t be the fumbling, the nerves, the need for encouragement that she’d had with Pawel. Garrett was a man poised to take any leap she presented to him. And he may challenge me as well.
The possibilities for our adventures are endless! Sarah sighed. This is just what I need. He is exactly what I need right now. She paused for a moment as a few flashes from her earlier dream ignited synapses that fired in the direction of her still pulsating sex. Oh, and a hot redhead. Yes, I could use that too!
***
James was still unsettled after his conversation with Maggie. Is she really so naive to believe that doctor’s intentions are completely platonic? He shuffled some of the paperwork on his desk and stretched his arms high above his head, then shifted his neck from side to side, attempting to relieve some of the tension that gripped his muscles.
His mind wandered over an image of her sitting atop a picnic table at a park when she’d visited right before his deployment. She was wearing white capri
pants and her long, tan legs contrasted with the light colored fabric. She wore bronze sandals adorned with small gold beads and her toenails were polished bright coral. Her head was thrown back, cracking up at something he’d said, her blonde curls shaking with laughter as they framed her heart-shaped face, her eyes crinkled and cheeks round. He loved that image of her. He wanted to take her into his arms and hold her, make her promise that she’d be his forever. But the more he thought about her head thrown back in laughter at something Dr. Parker had said, the more furious he became.
What would Sarah say about this jealousy I’m feeling? he wondered. Is this jealousy? Or am I just worried about Maggie’s safety? After all, she’s all alone in a new city with no one to watch out for her.
He imagined Sarah’s silvery laugh spilling out from her lips as she explained to him the motivations behind his feelings. She had this ability to deliver the most honest criticism in the gentlest way. She makes you want to be a better person, he realized. To be your best. He flipped the lid open on his laptop and navigated to his personal email account.
Sarah,
Just thinking about you. It was so nice to hear your voice the other day on the phone. I wondered if you might like to try to find a time to Skype with me? I would love to see your face as well. I hope all is going well in your world and the start of classes hasn’t been too stressful.
You can reach me here easily. I check this account nearly every day.
James
He closed the lid to his laptop and headed off toward the gym to get a workout in. Still thinking about Sarah an awful lot, he chided himself. Probably more than I should.
***
When the first day of classes at the university coincided with the first day of school for Sarah’s kids, the result was mass chaos in the Lynde household. It didn’t matter how carefully Sarah planned ahead with clothes laid out and lunches packed the night before. It didn’t matter how many checklists she made. Someone would still oversleep, breakfast would still get skipped by at least one member of the family, and there would be pouting over something perceived as less than fair or perfect.
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