Strange Days Ch. 55-57

Yeah, she didn't believe me.

Making my way back to the sink, I tried not to stare at Tabitha's ass, or the chiseled line of her hips speaking out just above the waistline of her skirt. Wait, was her skirt sitting lower now?

She handed me a plate to rinse and load in the washer, and we quickly fell into a smooth rhythm. The tight feeling inside me had mostly faded by that point, which was a relief, but I certainly wasn't feeling chaste, I guess I could say. As we washed dishes, I realized Sarah was right, that I must be feeling a lot better, because the more I thought about it the more it felt like I was back to my horn-dog-self.

"Dinner seemed to go over well with everyone," Tabitha commented, drawing me out of my thoughts.

I nodded, focusing on the dishes, and not her sweet innocent voice. "Yeah, it did."

Neither of us said anything for a while. I think Tabitha was just focused on what she was doing. Me, I was trying to focus on what I was doing, and trying not to focus on how attractive she was, or how good she smelled. Just after starting college, when I started seeing Tabitha around more often, I noticed that she always smelled like food, literally. Her favorite perfumes smelled like cotton candy, vanilla ice cream, cupcakes, or pumpkin pie. Every now and then she would wear something new, and it was a kind of game to figure out what it was.

"So, what's it like?" she asked, kind of quietly, enough so that she leaned over so that I could hear her.

I caught the scent of cupcakes, and that tight feeling inside me came roaring back. Now I didn't want to lick her. I wanted to devour her.

"Amy?" she said.

When I looked up, she was grinning at me. It reminded me of a cat with a mouse. "I'm sorry. What did you say?" I was staring hard enough at her mouth that she probably thought I was asking her lips the question.

She leaned a little bit closer and whispered. "I've never been with a girl."

That got my attention. I glanced up and saw her wearing an almost eager expression.

"What's it like?" She asked. "With you and Sarah, I mean." Then she laughed lightly and shrugged a shoulder. "Or Violet too, I guess."

I wasn't sure how to answer that. I mean, this was Tabby, sweet innocent Tabby, Trevor's sister. So, I played dumb. "I'm not sure what you mean."

Tabitha leaned in closer, enough so that the tips of her thinly clad breasts touched mine. "Sex with a girl," she breathed into my ear, leaning back only enough to see me again. "I've never done it."

"Oh," I eloquently replied, feeling a lump in my throat again.

"So?" she raised an eyebrow and smirked, clearly enjoying my discomfort. "What's it like?"

I still didn't know what to say, so I just stood there, mouth working but nothing coming out, while Tabitha smiled sexily at me. Once more, she glanced out into the dining room, where everyone was still occupied by conversation and coffee, ignoring us in the kitchen. Tabitha glanced at me and slid her hand along the counter until it was behind me, the front of her trim body still touching mine. Her eyes flicked down to my mouth and she moistened her lips with her tongue before meeting my gaze again.

"I've never even kissed a girl," she told me, staring at my mouth again, like she wanted to take a bite out of me. Honestly, I wouldn't have minded. "It was nice, by the way," she said wistfully.

I blinked. "What?"

She smiled sweetly. "When you were checking me out. It was nice." She shrugged a shoulder again. "It...it made me feel pretty."

I raised an eyebrow.

"It was kind of surprising," Tabitha gave a little laugh and moved back a step.

I was relieved to have breathing room now, but disappointed that I could no longer feel her against me.

Tabitha looked at my mouth again, and I could see the gears spinning behind her eyes, like she was making a decision. Then she said, "Do you think...I mean...would you...well, would you be willing to show me?"

My mouth fell open, and just then, Violet breezed in to refill her coffee, startling both of us. "I totally need to paint you."

"What?" Tabitha and I asked at the same time.

Violet turned to face Tabitha and looked her up and down. "You have amazing lines, Tabby. I'd love to paint you one of these days." A thoughtful expression crossed her features, like she was in her own little world for a moment. Violet always looked like that when she was considering ideas for a new painting.

Putting her hand on her hip, her eyes narrowed. "I'm thinking simple, classical. An antique couch, or maybe a chaise." She gestured with her hand from Tabitha's shoulder down to her opposite hip. "Maybe a bit of silk or satin here, for tantalizing modesty." Then she smiled. "Unless you'd rather be nude."

Tabitha glanced at me, then Violet. "I've never posed for anything before."

"Oh, it's easy," Violet dismissed her hesitance with a wave of her hand. "Especially for you."

"Really?" Tabitha asked.

Violet grinned. "Honey, you'd look beautiful taking a dump."

I snorted. "Nice, Violet. Real nice."

She laughed and took Tabitha's hand, dragging her out of the kitchen with her, explaining what it was like to model for a painting. Violet gave me a quick glance over her shoulder and winked, and I smiled back, realizing I'd been rescued.

Eventually, everyone broke up and made their way to the living room. Sarah was sitting lengthwise on the couch, her back against the armrest, and I ended up between her legs, leaning back against her. Her arms automatically wound around my waist, and her fingers played lightly over my stomach while the girls told Rose a few amusing stories from high school. I wasn't idle though. My own fingers played about the backs of Sarah's soft hands, her wrists, her forearms. I don't know what it was about Sarah, but when she was near, I simply couldn't not touch her.

At one point, Rose burst out laughing when Sarah told her about the time my Aunt Claire surprised my mom on her birthday by renting a group of male strippers. It had been a Saturday night, and Sarah was staying over for the weekend. Aunt Claire had basically turned my mom's sprawling master bathroom into a spa, and with mine and Sarah's help, we'd pampered Mom with manicures, pedicures, shaving, salt rubs, massages from her feet to her scalp, pretty much the works. Later, Aunt Claire had draped Mom in a soft fluffy robe and taken her out into the living room, sitting her down in her favorite chair with a good book and a bottle of wine. Mom had been in heaven. It had been about thirty minutes later that the strippers showed up.

Unfortunately, that's pretty much where the story ended, since Aunt Claire kicked Sarah and I out, sending us up to my room. The only thing I remembered from that point was the mixed look of shock and delight on Mom's face when the strippers ripped off their clothes, revealing deeply tanned skin, wonderfully muscled bodies, and most importantly, obscene bulges in their skimpy underwear.

I guess Sarah was feeling pretty chummy with Rose, because she told her about how she'd given me a striptease after we'd gone upstairs. I fell into the memory fondly, hugging Sarah's arms around my waist, turning my head so that I could breathe in the clean scent of her body through her dress. She placed a sweet kiss on my temple and cooed under her breath. I could feel her affection for me, her love, everywhere she touched me, and it left me with a warm feeling in my chest that slowly spread through my limbs. I would have been more than happy to stay in her arms like that forever.

When I looked up, another tale was being told, this time by Violet, about Paula, but I was distracted by a strange expression on Trevor's face. He was looking behind me at Sarah, and when his eyes met mine, I saw something there. Sadness? I'm not sure. He covered it quickly with a warm smile and turned his attention to Violet's tale.

It was getting late, and I drifted off in Sarah's arms. I was woken up by a soft kiss on my cheek and blinked my eyes open to see Rose straightening back up, her clutch in hand.

"I fell asleep?" I said groggily, sitting up. Rose just smiled down at me. Glancing around, I realized everyone else was gone. "Did everyone leave?"

"A little while ago," Sarah replied, sitting up too. She tilted her head towards the guest room. "Violet and Holly are still here."

I got up and looked around again. "Trevor?"

Sarah tried to answer, but a deep yawn cut her off, making Rose chuckle.

"I think he took his sister home," Rose told me, and Sarah nodded, still caught up in her yawn.

I was feeling warm and fuzzy from sleeping in Sarah's arms, so I stepped into Rose and gave her a big hug. "Thank you for coming over."

"Guess you wear the pants," Rose chuckled, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Hmm?" I mumbled.

"You hug like a guy," she told me.

She was right. My arms were around her waist. I never hugged Trevor like this, but my girlfriends, definitely. Just something interesting about me that had changed, I guess.

Rose nuzzled her face into my neck and kissed me sweetly. "Thank you for having me over," she said, drawing back to cup my face in her palm. "I had a wonderful time."

I smiled sleepily and put my hand over hers, having missed her much more than I'd anticipated.

"Well, don't be such a stranger," I told her.

"Deal," she smiled back and let her hand fall to my hip. "You're coming back to work soon anyway, right?"

I nodded and went to get a glass of water from the kitchen. "I have to work out the details with Darren, but yeah. I'm itching to get behind a camera again."

"Details?" she asked when I came back and walked her to the elevator.

"My leave of absence still has a couple months to go, but I'd rather end it early. Darren said I could come back early, if I wanted to, but we have to do some paperwork to make it happen."

"We'll be glad to have you back, sweetie," she said, kissing my cheek.

We said our goodbyes and Rose left. I followed Sarah into the bedroom, where she was peeling off her dress. Her back was to me, but I still had a wonderful view of her body. She was wearing a thong that matched her red dress, but no bra. Good heavens, she had the cutest little rear end.

"Didn't Tabitha drive herself over?" I asked her.

"Mm-hh," Sarah nodded. She peeled off her thong and tossed it in the hamper. "Want a quick shower with me?"

I nodded, striped out of my clothes, and followed her. We took the shower heads caddy-corner from each other. Sarah kept her hair pinned up, since it had been washed late that morning.

After soaking herself down, she turned to me. "He said he wanted to talk to her, so he followed her home."

"About what?" I asked, lathering myself up with soap.

Sarah came over to me and turned me around to soap up my back. "Beats me."

So, other than Holly and Violet, I had Sarah all to myself. I grinned and glanced at her over my shoulder. "He say when he'll be back?"

"Pretty sure he's staying with her for the night," she replied, her soft hands spreading soap over my ass.

"Good," I gave her a crooked grin, let my penis slide out of me, and turned to face her.

Sarah looked down at my flaccid length. The corner of her mouth turned up, then she cupped me in her soapy hands, lathering me up. What should have only taken a few seconds to wash me took a lot longer, though I wasn't complaining. I leaned forward to kiss her, and Sarah lifted her chin, meeting me halfway. Her tongue plunged into my mouth in a heated kiss while her hands began working me, one stroking the lower half of my shaft, the other twisting about the head. In seconds, I was hard as steel.

Grabbing her hips, I turned us around under my showerhead and rinsed the soap off us, then guided her to the center of the shower, away from the water. Her hand was still twisting around the now drooling end of me, but she turned her other hand palm up and slid up under me, two of her fingers finding my wet opening and slipping inside me.

I moaned into her mouth, and when her fingers curled up in a come-here motion, stroking that wonderful spot inside me, I groaned from deep in my chest. She worked me inside and out until I throbbed in her hand and clenched down on her digits. I think she wanted me to cum that way, but I had a different idea.

With my hands still on her hips, I turned her around, so that her back was to me, and guided her down to her hands and knees on the shower floor. Leaning over her, I let my hard shaft slide up through the crack of her ass and kissed the back of her neck and down her spine, holding myself up with one hand so that the other could play about the soft cheeks of her behind.

"Fuck me, Amy," she said huskily, pushing her rump into my hand.

"Not yet," I told her, finding her wet center with my fingertips and spreading her open, making her gasp.

"Please," she breathed, pushing back again, trying to get my fingers inside her.

"You have such a beautiful ass, Sarah," I told her, scooting back on my knees so that I could kiss and nibble her behind, fingertips sliding up and down her wet folds, but not inside.

And she really was beautiful, every part of her, even the freshly washed puckered opening of her ass. I drew my hips back, letting my cock slip down her crack. The dribbling end of me slid over her anus and she jumped away a little, but I grabbed her hips and drew her back to where she was, bumping her tight little hole with my cock again.

"You're not gonna put in there, are you?" she asked breathlessly.

"Would you let me?" I asked, and to encourage her, I plunged two fingers into her burning wet cunt, immediately stroking her G-spot.

"Ohmygawd," she wailed, dropping her forehead to the floor.

I stroked her spot again, and to my surprise, she came. Her body shivered, her muscles flexed, and my hand was bathed in her release. Drawing my fingers out of her, I spread her wetness over the tip of my cock, then set the head against her forbidden hole, nudging it gently now and then.

"Not tonight," she breathed, sitting up on her knees and reaching back to wrap her hand around my shaft.

"No?" I asked her, wrapping my arms around her waist, one hand sliding down to her slippery folds, the other up to cup one of her full breasts, teasing the stiff nipple there.

"I need to take care of things before I let you do that," she told me, angling her hips so that she could rub the end of up into her wet folds. "But later, I promise," she continued, lodging me at her opening. "You can fuck me in the ass."

Without any warning, she dropped her behind and her hot cunt swallowed over half of my hard cock before it found too much resistance to slip in easily. I should have taken my time, should have been patient, gentle, but she felt so fucking good, so warm and wet, and I needed her so much. Grabbing her hips, I pulled her the rest of the way down. The swollen end of me speared into her body, spread her open, deep, deeper, forcing her soft walls aside to make room for me until I reached the end of her, cervix nipping at my tip. Sarah wailed and fell back against me, knees spread wide apart, mine just behind hers. Her back was flush to my chest and I held her tight, arms around her chest and stomach. Drawing my hips back, posed as we were, I could only get about half of my cock out of her before thrusting smoothly back in.

"Jeezus," she hissed, hugging my arms to her. "Gawd, you're big tonight, baby."

Her words, the sweet sound of her sex-laden voice, they made me throb inside her. I began rocking my hips, fucking her slow but so very deep, holding her so tight she was practically immobile, trapped in my arms. She couldn't move her hips, couldn't do anything but allow her body to be taken, her quivering depths to be plundered by my aching need for her.

And I did need her, truly ached for her, every fiber of my being. Something shifted inside me, not physically, maybe almost spiritually. Whatever it was, it was familiar, and it was welcome. With every thrust of my hips, every delicious journey of my cock in and out of her shivering body, I grew closer to understanding what it was. Sarah raised her arm to cup the back of my head in her hand, while her other hand slid down between her legs, her fingertips gently feeling for where I stroked in and out of her. A hard knot formed inside me, growing with the need for blissful release.

It hit me, what it was. I loved sex, adored it, cherished it, simply couldn't get enough of it, enough of Violet, Paula, and Trevor, but especially Sarah. Right now, it was just us, just me and Sarah, like it had been in the beginning. Simple, pure, our affection for each other, now greater with our love, gentle, intense, slow but with the hard edge of raw hunger, of lust. I pumped the body of my goddess harder, faster, held her tighter, tight enough that my arms shook, that Sarah had to force air into her lungs with every breath. She drew a sharp breath and stiffened in my arms.

"Oh gawd, I'm cumming!"

She grew tighter, wetter, hotter. I felt her insides shift away from me, something I knew of on a clinical level, but had never actually noticed myself. Just a little bit more of me pushed inside her, filling the empty space her body had made for me. Her head fell back against my shoulder and she screamed. Her body opened in release, but before her warm wet walls could clamp back down, that knot inside me snapped. My cock throbbed, swelled to allow a geyser of hot cream to pour into her. When her insides clenched down my pulsing meat, thick cum burst out from the tight seal of her stretched labia around my shift. It gushed out of her, flowed thickly and soothingly warm down over my dripping slit, spattered loudly on the tiled floor of the shower.

"Gawd, yes, baby," she whimpered, turning her head to nibble at my jaw and neck.

She shivered and shook, still trapped in my arms. I felt the next pulse coming and drew as far out of her as I could. A river of cum blew out of me, filling her up and I thrust back in, my plowing cock forcing the thick jizz out of her to pour messily onto the shower floor beneath us.

"Fuck your cum into me," she mewled, making me shiver, pressing her mouth into my neck. "Fill me with it."

I thrust with every jerk of my spurting cock, filled her with cum only to fuck it back out of her with my thick tool. I threw my head back in a soundless cry of release and Sarah nuzzled my throat.

"Fuck your seed deep inside me," she told me, framing my pistoning cock at her cum-slickened opening with two fingers of her free hand. The added stimulating was overwhelming. I pumped in and out of her, hot cream spreading over the floor until I felt it at my knees and beyond.

"Show everyone that I'm yours, that I belong to you," she hissed, pushing her milking pussy down to match my upward thrusts. "Fuck me and make me big with your baby."

I don't know why, but those final words set me off. The knot in my belly returned, grew and grew, too big for my small frame to contain, then it burst. With my arms tight around her, I pulled Sarah down, crammed every last hard inch of me inside her and spewed a final flood of cream inside her.

Sarah was mine, mine alone, and I wanted to prove it to everyone, to the world. The thought of impregnating her was intensely erotic, but it also completed something inside me, affirmed what I'd believed for a while now, that she truly, honestly, completely loved me.

I held her in my arms until our shivering ceased, until I loosed my hold on her and just cradled her against me, until the screaming agony of my bad knee finally broke through the haze of such incredible lovemaking.

With a wail, I pushed her forward and fell over her back, but Sarah caught herself on her hands and held both of us up.