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Sarah had moved so that
she could kneel over his manhood and still turn her head to see his
expressions. She began to lick up his shaft and watched approvingly as Rachel
reached down to caress his balls. She re-positioned so that they were each
on either side of him, perpendicular to him but facing each other, their
tongues running up the length of his cock in tandem and their lips meeting
together over the tip. Sarah would engulf him down her throat, slide her
lips back up to the tip and then surrender him to Rachel’s ravenous mouth. They
continued like this, back and forth, their mouths occasionally kissing with his
hardness between them, their tongues tangling around the glans.  

James had propped his
head up on the pillows so that he could watch the show. Every few moments, the
changing of the pressure or rhythm caused by the switch of lips would elicit a
deep groan. After a while, Sarah began to see that he was thrusting his hips up
into her mouth and the muscles in his thighs were tensing. Wanting to prolong
the show, she slowed down and Rachel descended so that her tongue could tease
his testicles. Sarah was certain Rachel’s skilled tongue had covered every
square centimeter from where his shaft met his balls all the way to his ass.
Soon, James’ eyes half closed and his head tilted back as if he had never
experienced such a state of agonizing ecstasy.

Sarah decided to prolong
his torture by stopping
 
and instructing
Rachel to lie down on the bed. She moved between Rachel’s legs, parting her
thighs and planting a trail of kisses from her knee inward toward the smooth
triangle of flesh at the top. James laid beside Rachel at first, his fingers
quickly removing all the bows and tossing them aside. As the tip of Sarah’s
tongue gently teased open Rachel’s labia, she softly sighed at the first taste
of her friend’s salty-sweet juices, leaving James nearly breathless as he
absorbed the scene.

Sarah shifted to her
knees, her dark hair falling around her face as she began to penetrate Rachel
with her tongue. James inverted his body to lie on his side with his face near
Sarah’s so he could witness her ministrations up close and personal. He
brushed her hair out of her face and gathered it into a thick ponytail while he
murmured, “Good girl, good girl...”

Rachel was beginning to
writhe her hips under Sarah’s mouth. Unable to watch any longer without
participation, James moved again, this time directly behind Sarah. She was so
wet that his cock easily found passage into her sex. She groaned as he found
the absolute depth of her and began to very slowly stroke in and out of her so
as not to disturb her rhythmic sucking on Rachel’s clit. Slowly, that is, until
he could feel himself on the edge of losing control and picked up speed. Gasping,
Sarah arched her back and lifted her head, the intensity of his strokes causing
her to lose focus on Rachel, but soon her friend grabbed her, forcing her head
down to meet her rising hips.

Rachel opened her eyes
long enough to lock gazes with James and the sight of his huge throbbing tool
drilling into her best friend as her mouth worked her pussy over was more than
she could handle. She began to scream, “Oh god, I’m going to come,” and
clenched Sarah’s head with both of her hands while she drenched her face with
her sweet orgasmic juices. James could hold back no longer watching Rachel’s
body begin to shake. The final straw was when Sarah began to come as well, her
pussy milking his cock until he had no choice but to release his seed deep
inside her.

The three of them
collapsed breathlessly on the bed, James’ arms outstretched so that both ladies
could rest their heads on his chest. He held them close, feeling their breaths
slow and soften against his chest hair. No one said a word. It was too
perfect of a moment and James was in a state of awe that he had never before
experienced. Rachel began to stroke his thigh and up to his cock, which was
still oozing a bit of semen. She dabbed it with her finger and touched it to
her lips. “Mmmm, James, you taste delicious,” she broke the silence.

James smiled, “If you
like it so much, you should go straight to the source.”

Rachel slid down the
bed.  “I have a better idea,” she said, tapping Sarah’s leg to tell her to
turn over. She adjusted so that her chin rested on the mattress directly under
Sarah’s dripping pussy and began to lap up the remnants of James’ load. “Oh
fuck, that’s hot,” James observed, his cock beginning to swell again.

Sarah was moaning softly
as James stood up and leaned down next to her on the bed, his lips close to her
ear. “Can I fuck Rachel?”

Sarah nodded, her breath
ragged but managing to produce a convincing “Of course.”

He grabbed a condom from
Sarah’s nightstand drawer and rolled it onto his erection. This time he
approached more gently and patiently, stroking Rachel from her blonde hair down
to her rear, which he rubbed, petted and caressed for a few moments before
asking if he was allowed to fuck her. She moaned, “Oh yes, please....I want
your cock inside of me,” before returning her attentions to Sarah’s throbbing
clit.

Permission granted, he
began to rub the head of his cock against the opening to her sex until she was
rocking back onto him, attempting to take him inside of her. A slight thrust of
his hips and Sarah opened her eyes to watch both his expression and her
friend’s as he buried himself balls deep inside her. “Oh, god,” her mouth broke
contact with Sarah’s quivering sex. Sarah watched Rachel’s head tilt back as
James began to move in and out of her, adjusting to his thickness. Then she
continued to suck the rest of his fluids out of Sarah’s opening before
traveling back to her clit.

James began to pump
away, his glutes contracting as his pelvis worked against Rachel’s full, round
ass. Rachel had arched her back again as she lost her ability to continue her
oral obligations, her hips rocking back to meet James’ pelvis. She slid two
fingers into Sarah’s wanton sex and began to fuck her hard, matching James’
rhythm. When he saw that Rachel’s mouth was neglecting his lover’s clit, he
pushed her head down between Sarah’s legs and held it there as he began to
pound her mercilessly, her screams muffled against Sarah’s slippery wet mound.
 

The sound and vibrations
of her friend’s moans against her pussy combined with the look of pure
concentration of James’ face as he held himself back from his second climax was
enough to send Sarah’s body over the edge into orgasmic convulsions. James
slowed down so that Rachel wouldn’t drown in Sarah’s juices, holding her head
back by her hair.

James withdrew and
flipped Rachel onto her back where he entered her again, pulling her legs up
onto his chest. Sarah, having recovered from her orgasm, knelt by Rachel,
bending down to take each of her tender nipples, one at a time, into her mouth
to suckle. Rachel came again while Sarah caressed her breasts and James
once again slowed to feel her pussy contract around his cock. Sarah slid down
the bed and began to kiss James, her mouth still tasting of Rachel, both of
them on their knees, her body pressed against his side as he continued to bury
his cock again and again in Rachel’s wet, receptive slit.  

Finally, James slowed
down and commanded the girls to get ready. “I want to feed you my cum,” he
said, and they complied, Sarah lying down and leaving room so that James could
position himself between them. He pulled the condom off and began to stroke his
cock; the girls turned toward him with their mouths open, eagerly awaiting his
pearlescent nectar. His fingers began to slow and squeeze, his balls tightening
under his throbbing shaft. Without any more than a slight moan, his semen shot
out into the space between them, each spurt hitting different facial features:
cheeks, tongues, lips, and chins. When both women were virtually coated in his
fluids, he backed away and they began to kiss, cleaning each other’s faces and
carefully insuring that not a drop was wasted.

James sunk down onto the
bed again, his legs quivering as if made of jelly. “And that,” he said at
last, pulling both women back into his strong arms, “Was the singular most
wonderful night in my entire twenty-nine years.” The three curled together
savoring the delicious afterglow.

“Merry Christmas,
darling,” Sarah whispered and sealed it with a kiss.

***

   
       
There was lots of
breathing. Deep, relieved breathing. Lungs full of chilled December air,
exhaled into puffs of white, quickly absorbed into the atmosphere.

Sarah could not have
imagined a crazier or more demanding semester, and it was finally over. She
submitted the last of her grades to the registrar and headed home, her car
loaded down with a stack of articles and books she needed to read over winter
break, plus a couple of plants that wouldn’t get watered during her three week
hiatus. Her kids had already started their break and were no doubt
lounging around the house in their pajamas, if they’d even managed to get out
of bed. Sarah declared this first day of the holidays to be a Day of
Vegetation. No real clothes. No chores. No obligations. Just eating,
sleeping, and entertaining oneself, whether the latter was achieved through a
book, a movie, a video game, or whatever.

Sarah arrived home to
find Owen making himself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in the kitchen,
leaving bread crumbs all over the counter.
Guess it’s not a day of no chores
for me
, she sighed, brushing them off onto her hand and then dumping them
in the trash can. She tousled Owen’s dark hair as he carried his sandwich
and milk into the dining room and then went to see what Abby was up to. Sarah
found her pajama-clad daughter sprawled out on her bed, her laptop in front of
her, completely absorbed in an instant messaging conversation with Tyler. Her
grounding sentence was finally over, and so was his. She’d been in an
uncharacteristically cheerful mood ever since her punishment had been lifted
even though they hadn’t seen each other outside of school yet. Sarah assumed
she’d be asking permission to make plans with him soon.

Sarah grabbed the novel
she’d picked up at the library out of her bag and snuggled into her armchair. Out
the French doors past the deck the wind was picking up some stray leaves on the
ground and swirling them around. The sun was high in the sky and gave the
illusion that it was warmer outside than it really was. Sarah suddenly had a
wistful longing for summer. She had a little flashback to that night in early
September, when it was still warm and muggy, climbing the stairs to the
auditorium in her pink flip flops, having no clue that her life would change
later that night when she met James McAllister.  

And it has changed,
right?
she thought. Her heart felt
full of thoughts for him. Some were warm, some were confusing, and some were
downright troublesome to her. He had left for his homeland in Ohio just a
few days before and had only texted her once to let her know he made it safely.
Since then she’d had little visions of him at his parents’ house. Playing
with his nieces and nephews, maybe holding his newborn niece for the first
time. Watching football with his dad and brothers-in-law. Eating his mother’s home
cooked meals. She felt a warm, content vibe radiating eastward from him which
helped ease her disappointment at the lack of communication. She picked up her
phone and sent him a little token:
Thinking about you xo
. She considered
how very little he would have to give to make her feel like she was integrated
into his life. Just the tiniest of gifts. A few words. She didn’t need
much.

She reviewed a
conversation they had before he left about how she wanted a holistic
relationship with him. His lack of communication made her feel like she
wasn’t important to him. She admitted that she hated feeling like she only
existed to him when they were together and she made it clear she wasn’t asking
or a commitment or any promises, just to be a whole person to him.

He sort of laughed when
she said those exact words to him. “Of course I think of you as a whole
person!” he defended himself. “How else would I think of you?”

“Then act like it,”
Sarah instructed. “Don’t send me one word texts. Ask me how I am. Act like you
care what is going on with my life.” She was starting to wonder if this was a
result of his age - 29 year old men were not usually known for their advanced
maturity and social skills - or if it was a result of his job. She had a
feeling that military men specialized in compartmentalizing all the different
aspects of their life. How else could they survive deployment?  She
remembered something her mother told her a long time ago: “We teach others how
to treat us.”
 I’m a teacher
, Sarah reasoned,
I got this
.
 

He nodded his head as if
he understood. Then he questioned her about her relationship with Pawel. It
came out something like this: “So, what about that other guy?”

Sarah stared at him
blankly.

“You know the one: ‘I
intend to sleep with him eventually,’” he did a little impersonation of her. Sarah
had to laugh at the way he over-enunciated his words and raised his pitch in an
effort to sound like her.

“Ah yes,” she’d replied,
after she got past the giggle at his impression, “Pawel.” James nodded. “We
are still friends and yes, seeing each other on occasion. He is from Poland and
he’ll be there over the holidays with his wife and family.”

James’ eyes widened. “Poland?
 He’s married?”

Sarah sometimes had to
remind herself that James was...
how do I put this without sounding elitist?
she
questioned.  
Unenlightened?  Unexposed?  Hmm...how about
just...new at this?
“He and his wife have a special arrangement when he’s
traveling,” Sarah explained.

James rolled his eyes.
“Oh, sure they do. Come on, don’t tell me you really buy that kind of
bullshit!” He laughed at her.  

Sarah did not appreciate
his tone. “Well, you know what? Pawel is an adult, he’s almost 50 years old,
and I really don’t think he has any reason to lie to me, whether his MO is to
get in my pants or not.”

“Whatever helps you
sleep at night,” James replied coolly, still unconvinced. Sarah noted that he
didn’t ask if they’d consummated their relationship. She wondered how he would
feel about it, if envisioning her with another man would bother him, especially
considering their threesome with Rachel.
After all, what’s good for the
goose...

Sarah had changed the
subject by running her fingers through his hair and pulling him close to her
for a kiss. Overall, he did seem a little annoyed by her seeing Pawel.
I
shared my best friend with him,
she could have argued.  
But I’m a
lover, not a fighter!
That little thought made her puckered lips spread into
a smile against his open mouth. He opened his eyes and asked what was wrong,
but she quickly distracted him with kisses down his neck.

Pawel had also wanted to
dissect their relationship and clarify their boundaries before leaving for
Poland. 
Oh, men
, Sarah thought as soon as he began his speech,
they
are so damn territorial.
He professed that he had special feelings for
Sarah, which she was not surprised to hear. He didn’t use the L word, but
“special feelings” seemed to be code for it. He danced around asking her
outright, but he wanted to know what her intentions were with James. She
admitted they were still seeing each other, but not exclusively.  

As was his custom, Pawel
seemed to be looking for a sign, some encouragement to put himself out there, like
when he’d tried to kiss her for the first time. His initial attempts were
always weak until she gave him positive feedback. Then he would be
emboldened. She didn’t grant him any signs this time. She very much enjoyed
Pawel’s company: he was brilliant and refined and was absolutely gifted at
courting her. She always had an amazing time no matter what they did together,
but that intensity, that passion she felt for James was absent. What she felt
with Pawel was a very mild chemical reaction, not the fireworks she felt when
she was with James.  

But that’s okay
, she told herself. Pawel was the type of
man she usually dated and found that they made good boyfriends, but not always
the best lovers. While she loved the attention and doting she received from men
like Pawel, the fiery intensity that came from more confident, secure, and yes,
perhaps even aloof men, such as James was so much more sexually appealing to
her. She theorized why she found that so appealing.
Do I want a challenge? Do
I want someone I can’t really have?

Ultimately, that
revelation didn’t deter her.
This is the brilliance of being a free agent
,
Sarah thought, cleverly employing a rare sports analogy.
I don’t have to
choose. I can have my cake and eat it too. Sports analogies, historical references. I’m
all over it today,
she amused herself. She would continue to be open and
honest with both Pawel and James. That’s the only promise she was making.

And with that final
thought, she decided it was time to clear her mind and crack open her book. An
unabashed bibliophile, Sarah absolutely adored the sound a new book made when
the cover was first opened. Judging from the singular due date stamp in the
back, she was the inaugural reader of this particular title.
That adds a
certain element of honor to it
, she thought. She skimmed the
acknowledgments and settled into the first chapter which was full of colorful,
juicy description that read like a seven course meal. Sarah was tantalizingly
absorbed in the narrative...until the doorbell rang.

Owen’s excitement radar
had apparently been set off and he appeared from nowhere, running for the door
and turning the handle before Sarah could get up from her chair. It was the UPS
delivery driver with a small brown package. Beaming, Owen brought it to his
mother, excitedly yelling, “What is it? What is it?”

Sarah laughed, “You’d
think it was Christmas around here or something!” She turned the package over
in her hands and saw that it was addressed to her, Dr. Sarah Lynde. She
shook it a bit but there was no sound. She couldn’t remember ordering anything
and she didn’t see a return address. She walked into the kitchen to cut the
seal with a knife. She pried the tape away from the edge of the box and opened
it up to find a bunch of burgundy and gold tissue paper wedged inside. She
carefully unfolded the many layers and inside was a thin silver strand with a
sparkly diamond pendant in the shape of a teardrop surrounded by smaller
stones.

Sarah audibly gasped. She
didn’t even notice that Owen had followed her into the kitchen and was standing
with his mouth open, his eyes fixated on the glittering gems. “Who’s it
from, Mom?” he questioned.

There was no
accompanying note and no return address anywhere on the package. Sarah didn’t
know whether to be ecstatic or disturbed.
Who sends a gift with no note?
she wondered. She decided she couldn’t wear it until she knew who the giver
was, so she carefully folded the necklace back into the tissue paper and set it
on top of her chest with her other jewelry.  

She hated that the first
thought that came to her mind was James. But she was certain he could not have
been the one who sent it, as they had agreed not to exchange presents and also
because a surprise of that caliber just wasn’t in his character. It had to
be Pawel, of course, who was en route to Poland that very moment. She sent him
a text right away that said:
OMG it’s beautiful! Thank you so much darling! Have
a safe trip xoxo

Later that night, she
received an email:

Dearest Sarah,

I have arrived safely in the Motherland. All seems well here.
My wife has asked a lot of questions about you. She said you are beautiful (I
showed her your picture.) So happy that you received the necklace and like it. I
can’t wait to see it gracing your lovely neck.

Yours,

Pawel

Sarah was truly at a
loss for words. She would have to think of something special to do to thank him
when he returned to the states. Pawel was such a beautiful soul. She felt
a bit of relief that he had told his wife about her. She assumed he had or he
would, but the conversation she had with James about it still echoed in her
mind. She went to bed that night with the pendant fastened around her neck thinking
how cherished she felt. Her heart felt full of happy feelings and she was more
content than she had been in some time.

***

The next day, Sarah and
Rachel took the kids into DC to visit the Smithsonian museums. There was a new
exhibit in the natural history museum that Sarah wanted to see, and Rachel had
volunteered to take the two boys over to the air and space building so Abby and
Sarah would have time to linger over the new exhibit without two antsy
ten-year-old boys asking when they would get to see the airplanes and rockets
four million times.  

It was a chilly morning
in the nation’s capital and quite a contrast to the stuffiness of the metro
cars. They got off at the Smithsonian stop and rode the long, steep escalator
out onto the National Mall. Sarah hadn’t been down to the Mall since cherry blossom
time the spring before. She observed how gray and stark the monuments and
Capitol looked against the cold December sky. It was a bleak, austere scene,
especially in contrast to the softness of the frilly white and pink blossoms
framed by wispy clouds under a cerulean blue sky during her last visit.