by Cara North
"Press.” Henry whispers in my ear. His breath sends warmth running through me and I tighten my thighs. “Easy."
He pushes against my finger and it slips past the barrier into Jacob's ass.
"Son of a bitch.” Jacob says and his chest falls forward towards the bed. He is offered up like a stretching dog. Face down, ass up.
Henry feeds my finger deeper and I feel like a medical doctor performing an exam of sorts. I need to find that almond sized prostate to stimulate it. “Pull back some, then in, back, then in."
I follow directions, Jacob moans. Henry gives up on my ability to explore on my own and with a little, more lube added; he pushes his finger in alongside mine and guides me to where I need to go.
"Too much.” Jacob gasps. “Do it, do it now."
"You need to add more lube there, and make sure you put a lot on that thing as well.” Henry says and adjusts himself behind me. “You need to stand up."
"Why?"
"You're not tall enough. You want to know what it feels like to fuck like a man. I hope your thighs can handle it.” He helps me up, positions my feet and then I am in this uncomfortable squat over Jacob. He is right; the dildo is hanging in the right place now. I don't know why I thought I could do this the way they did it to me. “Now, press it there, okay, let him push back."
Jacob groans and shivers as he pushes back on the dildo. I am amazed at what I see. I can't believe it looks like this. I begin to understand why men like to watch. It makes you feel powerful, makes everything bigger.
Henry begins to move my hips and I feel his erection against my ass. “Now,” he says, “Let's see if this will work."
He adjusts himself in what I imagine is an even more uncomfortable leg position than the one I am in. I hold onto Jacob's waist for support. I need it. Henry finds his mark against my hot, wet flesh and enters me. He pushes me into Jacob and it is as if he knows what happened.
"Henry.” He says. “God Henry, fuck."
It's the rhythm. I realize that now as Henry moves us. I push into Jacob as Henry pushes into me, then as he pulls back I am pulled back. It is like an erotic accordion made up of people.
"Fuck Henry, Fuck her, fuck us both dammit.” Jacob says.
It is now I realize that Henry can do two things very well. He can be gentle, he can make a woman feel special, overwhelmed even. And Henry can fuck hard, fast, and two people at once.
His hands cover mine over Jacobs hips and he tells me to hold on before he takes one long slow pull out to the tip, before changing his pace completely. He is a machine. Like a fully charged vibrator, he moves fast and furious slamming into me, causing me to slam into Jacob and I am wasted. I come before both of them and allow the last few strokes Henry needs to get off to go through me like aftershocks of an earthquake. I am limp, practically adding to Jacob's weight.
Henry pulls out, slowly pulls me out. Jacob rolls over and he is still hard.
I am shocked. He shrugs. “I can't get off that way without friction, and I couldn't move to get a grip."
Henry begins unfastening the straps on my strap-on and I do the right thing. I lean over Jacob and grab him with the hand I did not use to finger him with and latch onto his cock. I down him, and as soon as he hits the back of my throat, he is a goner. “Damn, I love your mouth."
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Slippery When Wet
Henry decided that three people would not, or at least, he would not, fit into the shower. I suspect he wanted time to himself after the evening's activities. Jacob however wanted the time with me.
"My ass hurts.” He says as he lathers my hair. “It's a good thing that pink prick was small."
I love that he is not embarrassed by his sexuality or mine. He doesn't want to hide or forget what we do in moments of passion. “Now we're even."
He laughs loud. I like the sound of it. “I was afraid you were starting to have a preference but I think you just see us differently."
"What are you talking about?” I squint as shampoo runs into my eye.
"Rinse that.” He frees me so that I can get the suds out. As I rinse he talks. “I don't know, I guess I am learning my way around all this. I mean I know it seems like I am just cool as a cucumber about it all but Henry is the only guy any of this has ever surfaced with. Now we have you in the mix, and you are really mixing it up, I mean one drunken night after a world tragedy, is in no way the same thing as what's been happening here."
I am enlightened. I am shocked. “But I thought..."
He shrugs. Water rolls down his chest to his feet. His smile unwavering, he steps closer to me. “You have the prettiest gray eyes."
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Leavin’ on a Jet Plane
"I have to go.” Henry tells us as we eat breakfast.
"What? Why?” I ask.
Jacob stops eating and looks at him too. “Well?"
He sighs. “There is a twist on the last episode. A new character enters, and the actress who we filmed the scenes with has bowed out. Now I have to go back and we have to do it all over with this new girl."
"That sucks.” Jacob crosses his arms and leans back in the chair.
Henry shrugs. “That's television."
I remain silent for a long moment. I am sad, crushed, fearful that this is the last time I will see him. “When are you leaving?"
"I need to get back as soon as possible so I figured I would head back out tonight if I can get the flights lined up.” He looks at me. “Hey. I know where you live. I'll be back."
"You don't have to come back.” I stand up and run to my room because I don't want him to see me cry. Why the hell am I crying? I'm not in love with Henry. I am not his girlfriend. I guess it is the realization that it will all end soon. His leaving is just the sign that Jacob will also leave me.
I wipe my eyes and blow my nose. I look at myself in the bathroom mirror. “Don't be cruel Sonja. You knew this was coming."
"So'.” Henry taps on the bathroom door. “Can I come in?"
"Sure.” I run water on a washcloth and then wipe my face.
"Hey.” He says and turns me around to face him.
"Yes?” I take a deep breath.
"I'll be back.” He leans over and pulls my chin up so that my face tilts up towards his. “Look at me."
I take a deep breath and look into his eyes. It is there in that stare and I find my chest growing tight against my will.
"I'll be back.” He leans in and kisses my lips tenderly. “Steal a moment So'."
I give into his kiss and within a minute, he closes and locks the bathroom door. “Me and you."
I feel guilty. “But."
"But what? He'll be here after I'm gone.” Henry pulls me closer and silences any objections with his mouth.
He is tender, he is gentle. I lift my arms up as he pulls my shirt over my head. He pushes my skirt and panties over my hips as he kneels before me. “Sit up on the sink."
I do.
He unzips his shorts and lowers them at the same time as his briefs. He steps forward. “Do you need me to..."
"No.” I say and adjust my hips as I wrap my legs around him. He grips my ass and I reach between us to guide him in. We are facing each other, it is the two of us, and there is nothing between us this time.
He pushes in and then kisses me. He holds me close, tight, and we move in a slow rhythm all our own. His breathing speeds up, his head rests on my shoulder, his lips against my neck, and he pulls me down and onto him over and over again. “You're perfect Sonja."
"Henry,” I gasp as he hits the spot. “Oh, Henry."
"Call my name, So'. I love to hear my name on your lips.” He kisses my throat and his name rips out in a strangle on the air as I pulse around him in a quick break of pleasure. “You feel so good when you come around my cock."
He fucks me for another few moments then quietly says my name against my neck as he comes. He must have the largest reserve of sperm known to man, as it takes hi
m several moments to milk it dry.
We look into each other's eyes and I don't say a word. Neither does he. He simply kisses my lips briefly before pulling out and picking up his clothes. “I'll miss you."
He turns as he unlocks the bathroom door. “Ditto."
I wonder if I will ever see his naked ass live and in person again. I hope so.
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Walk the Line
"You miss him?” Jacob asks, as we lay post-coital in each other's arms.
I think about what a loaded question that is. “You?'
"Yeah, you're not much of a challenge now that I know how to beat you at bowling.” He bites his lower lip.
I playfully attack him and we wrestle in the bed until we remember that we are tired. I fall back with a flop and a sigh. I look up at the ceiling fan and remember what day it is. I have lost track of time with those two being here, and Jacob now alone with me, is demanding of more time. “Hey! His show is on in like five minutes."
"Let's go.” He is up and on his way to the living room. I watch him walk and dress at the same time. He almost trips, as usual, and I laugh. My brain does not let the familiarity and comfort go unnoticed. I am getting used to him being here. I try not to think about it as I follow him.
Once in the room we snuggle up on the couch and watch the third wheel of our tricycle on the television. We evaluate his performance and agree that the star is an ego maniac and that Henry outshines him any day. Once the show is over, and our hero gone, we lazily move back to the bedroom.
"Come here.” He says and pulls me closer to him. Jacob never cuddles me when we sleep. He always sleeps on his back and usually without the covers until he gets cold.
I know as he begins to kiss my lips that he wants me again. The man is insatiable.
"I have to leave tomorrow.” He says and he nuzzles my nose with his.
"I know.” I whisper and hold him close.
"Will you miss me?” I realize that he is lazily playing with my hair; maybe he isn't trying to have sex. But if he isn't what does that mean?
"Of course.” I kiss his lips to keep this conversation from turning into something more than I can handle. I didn't know how much I would miss Henry. I can't fathom how I will feel when they are both gone. When my life returns to normal once again.
I push my hands through his soft brown hair and pull him over me as I roll to my back. Jacob and I have had sex in many different positions. I dare say we have tried them all. But this is my favorite. To have him over me, overwhelming me, putting all of his energy into me as I meet his thrusts.
I push my pajama shorts off. He was naked before getting into the bed. He believes clothes constrict his circulation. All I know is that I love having his bare flesh at my side all night long.
"God, I'm going to miss you So'.” He says as he slides deep into me. The time for foreplay is over. The need to be one is the only driving force. “I'll miss your hair, your eyes, and these lips."
I'll miss his pillow talk that's for damn sure. I knew I wasn't exactly chopped liver, but I never knew any man would look at me with such intensity when he says I am beautiful. When I am with him, I feel beautiful. “Fuck me Jake."
He picks up the motion and I lift into him. I can't get enough. I can't get nearly enough of him.
"Come for me.” He says between groans.
I can't. I try and I try, but I can't. I fake it. Unfortunately, when there has been enough sex between two people, it is obvious.
"What the fuck?” He asks with a quirked brow. He isn't angry, just confused.
I try to deny it. “What?"
"I'm an actor, sweetheart. You faked it.” He rolls off me and keeps moving to get out of the bed. He opens the window and the cool air blows in and chills me instantly. “Why?"
"I don't know.” I lie.
"All right.” He says then gets back in the bed.
"I need a shower.” I get up and bolt for the shower hoping I don't give myself away. I get under the water and I cry. I cry because I lied to him. I cry because I don't know what I want right now. I cry because the one thing I do know is that tomorrow he is leaving. Henry is gone.
I want them both to stay.
When I crawl back into bed with him, he is asleep and snoring. He must have taken a shower in the guest room because he smells like soap and his hair is damp. I lay there for a long time just looking at him. A month ago, he was a man in a magazine. He said and did whatever I wanted him to in my mind. The real thing is nothing like what I thought. He isn't a vegetarian, he doesn't quote my favorite movie lines to me, and when he doesn't shave his hair grows in patches. He snores as loud as a riding lawnmower and personifies attention deficit hyperactive disorder. I adore him he challenges me. He has forced me to have fun, to enjoy my sexuality not just analyze sexuality from a distance. As much as I hate to say it, he has changed my life.
Two months ago, I simply wanted a chance to be near him in person. The night we met in the elevator I only wanted a chance to live out a fantasy. The day he arrived at my door I thought I could play in the land of make-believe for a while. When Henry showed up, I thought it would help me maintain distance. But now, as he smiles in his sleep, I realize that I am closer to Jacob than any other man except one, Henry.
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Tossin’ and Turnin'
"I couldn't sleep at all last night.” I tell Brittany as I plop down on the couch.
"Why?"
I can't tell her that it was the first time in a month I slept alone. “I feel restless."
"Come to California.” Her standard answer to everything. She tells me to come to California if I say I can't decide if I want to make meatloaf or pasta.
"Maybe.” I think about it. Jacob has been gone for two days. I haven't heard from either of them. I wonder if they talk to each other.
"Really?” She is all excited now. “You never say maybe, you always say no. So maybe is a real maybe right?"
"Maybe is just maybe. I need to..."
"Look at the calendar, I know. I wish I hadn't taken that trip. If I were home when you came out to do those interviews we would have had a blast!” She is too excited, this wakes up her son. “Oh shit, now look. I gotta go hon', maybe is for real maybe. You must come out here. We would love to see you and I would love for little Mason to meet his Aunt Sonja again. I mean his birth is one thing, you haven't seen us in almost two years."
The toddler is crying and calling for her in the background. I can barely hear over him. “Go take care of the baby, call when he goes to bed tonight."
"I'll try.” She says and I know she means it depends on her husband's schedule and what time Mason goes to bed. “I miss you."
"Miss you too.” I hang up.
I am bored out of my skull but I decide that since they did use the rooms, at least for storage, I should gather the sheets and do laundry. The only laundry getting done was my own linen and between the two of them and all the sex, well I was doing laundry daily to keep fresh sheets on the bed.
I pull the sheets from Henry's bed and smell them. Nothing. When I pull the sheets from Jacob's there is a faint scent of him, his soap, on them. I sigh as I carry them to the laundry and start a load. When I return I open the drawer to grab clean linen and discover he has left behind a few things. Nothing drastic a toothbrush, a couple pairs of boxers, and a t-shirt. I wonder if Henry left anything behind. I go to his room and open the top drawer. Nothing.
The emptiness echoes how I feel. I sit on the mattress and for no good reason begin to cry.
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I just called to say I love you
"I love you.” I sob. My mother is more than curious since I never call and on top of that, I never cry.
"Do you need me to come out for a while?” She is more concerned than she needs to be.
"No, no. I'm fine. I ... I don't know. I was just missing you a little is all. I mean sometimes when I am out here I can
get lost in my own world, just like when I was a kid. Then other times I am consumed with the feelings, the memories of grandma, of you and dad, and holidays. It's such a weird thing."
"Oh honey, when you get ready to get out there and find yourself a man you'll realize that the size of a home doesn't matter, he'll fill it up, make it seem small just by being there. You won't feel so lonely. Maybe you'll start your own family; maybe you'll just invite family out more. I don't know. But I do know that whatever has you in this place right now, this mood, this state of feeling, I hope it stays. I worry so much about you Sonja.” I hear her voice crack. I know she is afraid of being too emotional on the phone with me because in the past I have hung up.
"I don't like feeling...” I can't figure out exactly what I want to say.
"I know you don't sweetie, you never did.” My mother says and I feel my eyes grow large in surprise at her statement. “Detachment is a gift at times, and a curse at others."
The bat phone, as I like to call it, rings just in time to save me. “That's the office line mom, I gotta go."
"I love you sweet girl.” My mother says and hangs up.
"Hello?” I compose myself for the caller.
"What are you wearing?” A deep husky voice comes through the line.
My temper flares. “Don't call here!” I shout then slam down the receiver.
The phone rings again. I look at the caller ID and it says it is a private number. I answer a little more impatient this time. “Hello."
"Don't hang up on me So'” Jacob says. “Has someone been pranking you?"
"Was that you?” Annoyance doesn't allow me to sound relieved.
"Yeah, who else would be calling asking that question?” He sounds annoyed now.
"Why are you calling my work number?” I let out an exhausted sigh. “I get pranks occasionally, yes. Not often but now and then people are clever enough to get my number though they believe they are calling my office not my house."
"I miss you.” He says quietly. “Henry misses you too."
