Strange Days Ch. 55-57

"Gawd, Sarah," I hissed, dick jerking in her hands, so much precum bubbling out of me that some of it poured over her hands and dripped into the toilet with a splash.

"Frankly, sweetie, you'll make a mess of us, and we have guests to get back to. So..." She cooed, jerking me off faster, her hands making wet sounds along my length. "We'll just have to settle for this."

I straightened up, my back against Sarah, and every muscle in my body began to tighten. A knot formed deep in my belly, that delicious feeling I get when a climax is near. The knot would wind up tight like a coiled spring, then release just a touch, only to tighten up even more.

"Sarah," I hissed, laying my head back on her shoulder, hands gripping her thighs. "I'm gonna come."

"Go ahead, baby," she whispered, kissing the sensitive skin behind my ear, full breasts pressed into my back. "Let it out," she told me softly, and she thrust her pelvis against my ass, pushing my hips forward, and before I knew it, I'd thrust my ass back against her, then thrust forward on my own, and now I was fucking her hands. She licked my neck and said, "Shoot out all that creamy goo."

The knot in my belly grew so tight it almost hurt, was almost too much, then it simply unwound, in an instant. For just a brief moment, I thought I'd lost the climax that had been building, then it hit me.

Hot cream roared up and out of me. So intense was my cum that I ground my teeth until my jaw hurt. My eyes were still open though, mostly in shock at how hard I was cumming, so I saw the first thick rope of cum spew out of me hard enough and fast enough that the splat of it against the wall above the toilet tank seemed unnaturally loud.

"Oh my gawd," Sarah laughed, sounding just as shocked as me.

The first spurt had left me feeling relieved, some of the tightness inside me going away, but then it came roaring back. My cock jerked hard in her hand, hard enough to tear itself from her grip. Bouncing up from her hand, a thick stream shot up and out, making a nasty mess of the wall. Two more shots came out before Sarah got a hold of me again, and I was amazed I hadn't made a mess of us yet.

"Hot damn, sweetie," Sarah laughed again, aiming my spurting tool at the toilet bowl. "Okay, I've got you."

Her hands began to stroke and twist, one on my shaft and the other at the crown. Reaching up behind me, I grabbed the back of her head. Sarah nuzzled and kissed my neck. Gawd, she knew just what to do to me. With every stroke of her hands, more thick cum blew out of me and into the bowl, a milky cloud rapidly growing in the water.

"Oh gawd, Sarah," I moaned, eyes closing of their own accord, and I stood there pumping my hips, fucking my cock through her wonderful hands.

I don't know how long I came, but when it was over, Sarah still held my twitching length in one hand. She was pressed up against my back, one arm around my chest, holding me up on my shaky legs. Blinking my eyes open, I saw my half-hard length dripping cum into the toilet like a stubborn faucet that just refuses to shut off.

"Damn, baby, that was impressive," Sarah chuckled softly, hugging me from behind.

When I looked higher, my mouth fell open. The toilet tank and wall were obscenely splattered with gooey cum.

"What the hell?" I asked breathlessly.

"Feel better?" Sarah asked.

I nodded and looked down at my flagging erection. "I think so."

With a little chuckle, Sarah kissed my neck and released my penis, letting it fall heavily between my legs. She pulled a towel from the rack by the sink and handed it to me, then grabbed another and began wiping the messy cum from the wall and toilet.

"So what was that all about?" she asked.

I shook my head, toweling my cock dry. "I have no idea." I threw the towel in the hamper, pulled up my pants when my penis finally retreated inside me, and told her what had happened. Meanwhile, she had climbed up to stand on the toilet. I couldn't help but notice her. She was standing on the toilet lid up on her toes, so that she could get at the spunk highest up on the wall. Her legs were flexed, muscles tightly corded, and her dress was tight enough that the flexed cheeks of her ass looked incredible.

"Guess that means you're feeling better," she idly commented.

It took a moment for my mind to register what she'd said. I blinked and looked up from her ass. "Why do you say that?"

Sarah chuckled and flashed a grin at me over her shoulder. "Because this is what you were like when this all started."

I shook my head, not following. "What do you mean?"

Stepping down from the toilet, Sarah threw the cum-soaked towel in the hamper and washed her hands at the sink. "You were insatiable, honey." She looked up at me in the mirror and the corner of her mouth turned up. "Don't you remember? In the beginning, you couldn't keep your hands off of me."

I smiled, remembering now.

"You would fuck me two or three times an hour," she continued, smiling happily. "Hell, you fucked me in the changing room at La Perla, girl!"

I laughed. "Yeah, I guess I did."

Drying her hands, Sarah turned to face me and helped me straighten my blouse. "Don't you see what this means?"

I shook my head, lost again.

Stepping close, she slid her arms around my waist and held me. "It means this is almost over," she said softly, her eyes shimmering. "It means our lives our getting back to normal."

"Normal?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah," she grinned and gave me a quick but very sweet kiss. "Normal is you fucking me senseless practically every free moment we have together."

Considering how wonderful it felt to have her against me, the sensual curves of her body molded to mine, I couldn't argue. And I finally really understood what she was saying.

I hadn't been an invalid since getting beat up, and I certainly hadn't gone without sex, but something had been missing. Something I was feeling again, right now. Hunger. Pure, raw, animalistic hunger, and it was for her, and her alone.

On impulse, I gave into it, grabbing the back of her head and crushing my mouth to hers. Sarah squealed into my mouth with surprise. I grabbed a handful of her ass and ground my pelvis into hers. My penis was inside me again, but that wasn't the point. I just wanted to be close to her, to possess her, to own her, and I didn't necessarily need a cock to do that.

Easing up on the kiss, I gently sucked on her plump lower lip and drew back so that I could see her. Her big blue eyes were glazed, pupils huge.

Sarah just blinked at me for a moment, then breathed, "Wow."

I smiled, kissed her softly, and patted her hip. "Come on. Let's get back out there."

"Gawd," she sighed, lifting her hand to slide her palm along my cheek and dig her fingers into my short hair. Her gaze flicked down to my mouth, then back up. "I almost don't want to now."

"Don't worry," I squeezed her tight ass, momentarily reminded of my new craving for it. "When we kick everybody out, I'll make sure to fuck you unconscious." Then cheerily, even a little bubbly, I added, "Deal?"

She laughed and nodded, then her eyebrows went up. "But what about Trevor?"

I pressed my lips into a thin line. There was one other thing that had been missing. Or I guess I should say there was one thing sticking around that I was pretty tired of; keeping a secret. I really was done with that. My life with Sarah, and with Trevor, was wonderful, but I couldn't be me. I was a girl, but I had a cock, a gift from a goddess, and it was part of me. I'd never been a fan of pretending to be someone I'm not, never hidden who I was.

Stand there, gazing into the eyes of the love of my life, I realized something.

No more hiding.

No more secrets.

It was time to move forward.

Chapter 57

I led the way out of the bathroom and nearly bowled Rose right over.

"Oh!" she squealed, coming up short with her hands on my shoulders to keep her balance. "Sorry about that."

"Hey, Rose," Sarah flashed a sexily satisfied smile and breezed past us, arms raised and fiddling with her hair bun.

Rose watched her go, then looked back to me with her eyes wide. "You guys just had sex, didn't you?"

"No," I chuckled, started to reply, then remembered, no more hiding. "She wouldn't let me fuck her." Rose raised an eyebrow at that. I shrugged. "She said it would be rude, since we have guests."

Rose just blinked at me.

In an innocent tone, I said, "I told her I'd be quick."

With Rose still blinking, I patted her hip as I strode past her. "Anyway, bathroom's all yours."

I felt her eyes on me as I made my way to the living room and plunked down on the couch between Trevor and Tabitha. I felt good. I felt free. I couldn't help but smile either, though shit-eating-grin would probably more accurate.

"What's with you?" Trevor asked, draping his arm around my shoulders. I looked at him, still grinning. Trevor squinted one eye, glanced around until he found Sarah, then gave me a grin back and leaned close to quietly ask, "You just had sex with Sarah, didn't you?"

"No," I shrugged a shoulder, answering just as quietly. "She wouldn't let me fuck her, but she got me off, so that was nice."

Trevor shook his head, chuckling.

Tabitha had been talking to Phillip, who was sitting on the armrest beside her, but hearing Trevor chuckle, she looked at us and asked, "What's so funny?"

"Nothing," Trevor laughed.

I sighed playfully. "Sarah wouldn't let me fuck her." I was repeating that a lot, but I certainly wasn't tiring of it. Hell, I was proud, being so open about it.

"Oh, I see," Tabitha turned to face me, tucking her leg under her. She had the look of someone in a very serious conversation. "Does that happen a lot? Sarah denying you?"

"Oh, hell no," I rolled my eyes. "She can't get enough of me."

Tabitha and Trevor laughed.

We sat on the couch for a while, just hanging out, and it felt really good. I hadn't been this relaxed in so long. Trevor was talking to Johnny, and Tabitha and I were holding our own conversation. She was telling me how excited she was that a recruiter would be in town to audition for parts in a television series that was shot locally. There would only be a handful of lines, but she was hoping it would turn out to be an inroad for her.

She had crossed both of her legs under her by then, facing me fully, and I had turned to face her too, my good leg tucked under me. She held my hands, squeezing them along with her excitement. Her skin was so soft, and soon I found myself really and truly appreciating her good looks for the first time. Now that she was of age, I had no problem ogling her. She was a slender girl, but so very pretty. She had the softest and fullest hair of anyone I knew. Her neck was lean and smooth, her throat perfect for wrapping a hand around. Her breasts were on the small side, like mine, but so perfectly round, defying gravity the way they held themselves up beneath her thin satin shirt without a bra to aid them.

Tabby had beautifully smooth skin, but she also had these cute little freckles on her nose and cheeks. Most of the time, I couldn't see them beneath her makeup, but lately, lipstick and mascara had been the extent of it. She also had the same freckles on her chest, and her shoulders too, the latter I hadn't noticed before, but it wasn't often that Tabitha wore a top like the one she had on tonight. It was like Violet's, in that the thin straps tied behind her neck, but otherwise pretty much covered her.

Tabitha kept talking, but I wasn't hearing a word she was saying anymore. I just sat there, wondering what her throat would taste like, her lips, her mouth. Did those freckles on the tops of her breasts continue on down? How would she feel beneath me? Would she be soft and supple? Would there be an edge of chiseled muscle to her limbs? How would those wonderfully long legs of hers feel wrapped around me, heels digging into my ass, urging me to pound her? More importantly, how much of my cock could I fit inside her? I shivered at that though, even though the answer was 'all of it', since I was always the perfect size for whoever I was with.

"Amy?" Tabitha said.

I blinked, realized I'd been staring down into her lap, where I could just barely see a hint of black lace panties beneath the hem of her skirt. I flicked my gaze up and blushed, considering this was the first time I'd ever openly ogled her, and been caught doing it, no less.

Tabitha gave me a cheeky grin and leaned in close to whisper in my ear, "Were you just checking me out?"

When she leaned back to look at me again, I almost lied, then shrugged, thinking 'ah, screw it'. I grinned back and told her, "Yeah, I was."

Tabitha raised an eyebrow, and her mouth widened into a really cute grin.

"You were what?" Trevor asked from behind me.

Tabitha gave me a wink and laughed.

Sarah came up behind the couch and laid her hand on the shoulders of Phillip and Tabitha. "Hey, come give me a hand with the food."

They stood up and followed Sarah, Tabitha giving my hand a squeeze before she let it go, and a sly smile over her shoulder too. I could have been mistaken, but I swear there was a slightly exaggerated shimmy to her hips as I watched her go. Was she flirting with me?

My gaze was riveted to her fabulous legs, not to mention her incredibly tight little ass. I don't know how to describe her legs in a way that would do them justice, except that some women have legs that simply beg to be kissed, licked, nibbled and sucked. Tabby had those. You just wouldn't believe what high heels could do for that girl's legs.

Dinner was wonderful, of course. I'm not a fan of duck, but it was amazing, and Sarah had whipped up bread pudding with a sinfully delicious bourbon sauce for desert. It was during that latter part of the meal that Rose and Sarah began talking about their upcoming shoots, both at Armia.

Knowing more about my working relationship with Rose than the others, aside from Sarah, of course, Violet leaned forward and asked her, "Who shoots you at Armia?"

"Remmy," Rose smiled. "He's as gay as they come, unfortunately, 'cause he's so damn hot." Violet chuckled. "But he's really good," Rose said, and she slid her hand over mine on the table. "But he's no Amy. It's amazing what she can do with a camera, and not just me, but the other girls too."

Sarah smiled. "You guys must really miss her."

"Yeah," she said quietly and gave my hand a gentle squeeze, then she looked at me. "We really do."

The fondness of her tone made me blush, which I tried to hide by tucking a bit of hair back behind my ear. Of course, my hair was nowhere near long enough for that, so I'm sure it was obvious that I was embarrassed.

"Aw, you made her blush," Johnny teased, grinning at me from across the table, along with Paula.

Okay, painfully obvious. "Shut up, you," I told him, getting up to go make coffee.

He snickered and draped his arm around Paula's shoulders.

Trevor took my hand before I could walk away. "Want me to get the coffee?"

I smiled warmly, hearing the concern in his voice. He was still taking care of me, despite me feeling almost one-hundred percent again. "No, I've got it. Take the night off." I kissed his cheek.

I took my dishes with me, rinsed them, and put them in the washer. As I was scooping coffee into the machine, Tabitha and Sarah came in with armfuls of more dishes. Sarah went to rinse them off, but Tabby stopped her.

"Uh-uh," Tabitha shook her head. "You're the hostess. We'll take care of this."

Sarah threw her hands up and made a hasty retreat from the kitchen, and though her tone was playful, I could tell she was tired. "You won't get any arguments from me."

With the coffee going, I moved to Tabitha's other side, so that she could give the dishes a quick scrub and pass them to me to rinse and load in the washer. Before she got started, she raised her arms up behind her, and with a few deft twists of her hair and the stab of a pin that she pulled from beneath her top, she had her hair up in a messy bun.

I was close enough that I was able to glance down the front of her blouse through her enticing cleavage, then flicked my eyes up at hers. "What else are you hiding in there?"

With her arms still up, adjusting the pin in her hair, Tabitha gave me a crooked smile. "I don't know. Maybe you should take a look."

"Okay," I shrugged and leaned over to look straight down her shirt.

I noticed three things at the same time. First, Tabitha wasn't wearing a bra. Second, other than the very tips of her breasts, I could see everything, and the sight made my mouth water and insides tighten. And third, the little freckles continue down into her cleavage. I swallowed hard and slowly straightened back up.

With her hair up, a few strands hanging loose around her ears, tickling her neck, she looked adorably sexy. Especially the way her chest was thrust out and spine bowed just a touch, just enough that her back curved in towards her tight rear end. It was only then that I noticed the hem of her top didn't quite reach the top of her skirt, showing a couple inches of bare midriff.

I'd known Tabitha in passing for a few years, and it wasn't until receiving Freyja's gift that I regarded her in any sexual way. She'd been forbidden, and not just because she was younger than me - hell, she hadn't even been legal - but because she was Trevor's sister, and he adored her. But right then, in that moment, Tabitha was positively lickable.

I could honestly say I'd never looked at a girl like that, wanting nothing more than to lick every inch of them. My body wanted her too, if the tight feeling low in my belly was any indication. A particular part of me wanted out of my body, so that it could be inside someone else.

"All clear?" she asked, putting her hands on the counter.

I didn't trust what would come out of my mouth, so I simply nodded.

With a sly grin, Tabitha glanced into the dining room, where everyone was in their own little world, then looked back at me and took a step closer, close enough that I could feel her warm breath on my face. "Are you sure?" she asked, shrugging a smooth shoulder, shimmying even closer. She glanced down at her feet, then up at me through her long lashes. "I mean, who knows what I'm hiding under these clothes."

Oh my gawd, I so wanted to know exactly what she was hiding under her clothes. I swallowed the hard lump that had formed in my throat.

We must have been standing there for a while, because the coffeemaker gurgling and beeped, signaling it was ready.

I started to tell her that I needed to get the coffee for everyone, but the only thing that came out as a croak. I cleared my throat and tried again, but watching her so soft lips stretch into a wide grin was really distracting. "I should...need to get...the lips are ready."

Tabitha raised an eyebrow, still grinning.

"Coffee!" I blushed, moving quickly around her to get cups out. "I mean the coffee is ready!"

Tabitha turned to the sink, biting her lower lip. Her shoulders shook with silent laughter while I filled coffee cups and loaded them on a tray. I picked up the tray and spun around, nearly running right into Sarah.

"Whoa!" she laughed, leaning away to dodge the tray. "I'll take that."

My gaze fell to her cleavage too, and stuck there. Sarah was more endowed than Tabitha, and the valley between her breasts had always been deliciously inviting to me. It took a conscious act of will, a big one, to look up at her. I took a deep breath and handed the tray over. Sarah started to turn away, then stopped and looked at me, cocking her head a bit.

"You okay, sweetie?" she asked.

"Oh, me? Yeah. Sure. Just great," I replied, probably too quickly.

Sarah narrowed her eyes for a moment, then slowly said, "Okay then."